"Matthew?" I heard someone say in my sleep.
I rolled away from whoever was disrupting my sleep, but when I realized who it was, I shot up in bed. Jack was sitting up. His hair was a mess and he had bags under his eyes.
"Hey, baby, how are you?" I asked, taking his hand.
"I have a headache." He whispered.
I reached over into my side drawer and pulled out a medicine bottle. I handed it to Jack. "Take two."
I handed him the water bottle that was on my nightstand and I saw him down the pills. He looked up at me with a confused look as he ran his hand through his hair.
"What happened last night?" He whispered.
I sighed and pulled him into my lap. "Someone spiked your drink at the club."
"Who?"
"Do you remember the bartender?"
He thought for a second and his face cleared. "The creepy g
