Ronan sat up in bed and looked at her. "What are you doing here?" he asked again, this time his voice was in a lower tone than before.
"I should be asking you that," she said, holding up the blanket to herself because seeing him there just made her conscious that she was not wearing anything.
"This is my room," he said, closing one eye to steady the headache he felt in his head.
"It is?" she asked looking around. It was then she realized that this was not her room. "What am I doing here?" As soon as the question left her mouth, memories of the last night flooded her head.
They had gotten a bottle of wine that made them a bit tipsy, and then Ronan had begun to complain about losing Ellen. Amy had tried to comfort him, but it did not work as he kept releasing soft, small sobs in betwe
