Chapter Fifty-Two. Insecurities of the Nerd Kind.
Hamish chuckled, as he watched his nemesis cussing like a sailor with her head bent over the toilet, as he held back her wild curls and rubbed her back.
“Get it up, you will feel better soon,” he soothed her.
He has spent the night monitoring his drunken mate, as she slept, knowing that at some point she was going to begin to vomit. He knew the drill, having two sisters and his elder brother getting in this state over the years when they all still lived at home.
“Hannah, my mate needs a pint of water, some werewolf painkillers and a greasy bacon and egg buttie,” Hamish linked with his cousin.
“f**k sake, Hamish it is only half four in the morning!” Hannah’s tired voice echoed in his ears.
“Tough s**t, your mate got her into thi
