14
ASHLEY
The bed felt lumpy as hell and my arm tingled from falling asleep. Groaning, I opened my eyes and realized I wasn’t in bed, but on the couch . . . with Lucas. Luckily, my head didn’t hurt from all the wine.
“Morning, sunshine.”
But my neck hurt like hell from laying on his chest all night. “Morning.” Yawning, I used my good arm to push up into a seated position. I couldn’t feel the other one from lack of blood flow.
Lucas sat up looking thoroughly content. “Did you know you snore in your sleep? I think you even farted a couple of times.”
Pursing my lips, I hit him in the head with one of the couch pillows. “I’m sure you snore too. And if I farted, I hope it made you gag.”
He tossed the pillow back and laughed. “I about threw up in your hair.”
I placed the pillow neatly ba
