Gabriel’s POV
I woke up with a splitting headache, the kind that felt like someone was driving nails into my skull. My eyes shot open, and for a moment, I stared at the dark ceiling, trying to piece together where I was. The room was dim, the blinds still closed.
My eyes shut again as the pain intensified. The memory of how much I had to drink last night hit me like a moving train.
Groaning, I rubbed my temples, trying to will the ache away. Slowly, I pushed myself up on the bed, but every part of my body ached. With a frustrated sigh, I slumped back down onto the bed.
Then it hit me.
Flashes of the night before came rushing back, vivid and unapologetic.
Clairessa.
I saw her lips on mine, the way they molded to me so perfectly, her soft moans echoing in my ears. My hands on her bod
