A teeth grinding headache wakes me the next morning. My mouth tasted like acid and felt like sandpaper. I feel my stomach lurch and I scramble out of my bed to the bathing room to empty my stomach.
As I’m capitulating my weeks worth of meals, I feel someone gently pull my hair back.
“Alright there, Rose?” A husky voice asked from behind me.
Of all the people to see this, it had to be him. “Please go away.”
“You’re the one that woke me. Stepped on my face, didn’t you?”
I wipe at my lips. “I what?”
Thorne grinned, eyes still sleepy and hair a mess. “I was sleeping on the floor beside your bed and you stepped on me. I’m always open to new things in the bedroom but that was something else entirely Rose.”
“Your room is right next door.” I grumble, still feeling lightheaded. “Why did y
