There was so much that Ivy had to fix when she woke up the next day. The first thing was her massive hangover. After a very long shower and popping two Aleve, she threw on a pair on comfy jeans and her old college sweatshirt. Even though she really didn’t want to, she drove to Deacon’s house.
The place was quiet, and it was almost as if there hadn’t been a party there the night before. She climbed the porch steps; the effort making her head pound. She would be thankful when those painkillers kicked in and did their job.
She knocked on the door a few times but got no response. Finally, she rang the doorbell and Deacon opened the door. He was shirtless, still in his pajamas, his sandy brown hair a mess on his head.
“Hey,” he yawned, but smiled at her. “Come on in.”
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