Cynthia's POV
Waking up in the morning, I had a debilitating headache. Wincing as I opened my eyes, there in front of me was a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin. Squinting my eyes, hoping to see better and alleviate my headache. I noticed a sticky note on the glass. “You’re… something when drunk. Here hope this helps. Sleep well.”
Flashes of the night came back to me: fragmented. Declan carrying me inside. Running and falling over my sofa. My hand flew to my forehead. The small slap aggravated my headache even more. Groggily, sitting up I downed half the water and took a couple of aspirin. Laying back on my sofa I dreaded getting up and seeing the mess I would be in, in my mirror.
A phone call came through. When I checked my phone Declan’s name lit up the screen. “Hello?”
“You’re
