Grayson
Hangovers were nasty things.
But for once, I wasn't afraid of the fallout, or sneaking out of bed before the effects of too much alcohol manifested, because I'd never seen a more beautiful hangover person than her.
I'd barely slept since we got to the hotel, but having Elaine in my arms the entire night had been heaven. Yes, even if that was all it had been.
She lay plastered against my semi naked body, her hair spilled across my chest, her warmth seeping into me.
I realised I still loved a woman being wrapped around me. If that woman happened to be her.
And God, I loved the view.
Even if it had taken every ounce of restraint to remain a gentleman with her so close.
It had taken everything to not let my hand wander down the smooth length of her legs while I undid the str
