Chapter 21
When he awoke, the first thing he noticed was the headache. It was a hard pounding at his temples, like something in his head was trying to break free. He was overcome with a wave of nausea and threw up all over himself. He sat up slowly. Where was he?
He looked down at his puke-covered stomach. His bare stomach. His pants were around his ankles with his boxers, and his d**k hung limp, half stuck to his leg. His butt had fallen asleep and felt cold. He pushed himself up and realized he was in his bathroom. He was on the cold tile floor beside the tub, sprawled out. What the hell?
He tried to think to the day before. He’d had coffee with Brooklyn and then they’d come back here to talk. They’d had wine. He recalled the moment in the kitchen. He hadn’t drunk much. She hadn’t cal
