The sensation of a pulsating headache and having a throat as dry as sandpaper was what I woke up to. This was my first major hangover and, if I had been informed correctly by some of the books I'd read, this was the point at which I was promising to myself I'd never drink again. And I really meant it, I never wanted to get drunk again. Memories from last night were foggy. I remembered not seeing Nicole much. Being social, lots and lots of shots, oh, and then there was Hayden. But then someone else had pulled me away from him, and this mystery person was now the person lying next to me in bed.
Oh yeah, we'd gone all the way. Although I'd never claw back a high definition view of the memory, I could tell from the dull aching between my legs that it must have been pretty damn good.
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