I woke up to a pounding headache and a nauseous stomach. I shouldn’t have drunk that much knowing I was gonna have one hell of a hangover.
As I laid in bed and stared up at the ceiling, memories from yesterday started to pour in.
“Oh god.” I cringed, thinking back to what me and Simòn did.
We were both drunk and it led to things that probably shouldn’t have happened.
I closed my eyes, letting my mind remember the way his tongue made me feel. It may have been wrong, but it felt so right.
He took care of me last night, like really took care of my every need. He worked my body as if he knew every sweet spot.
And boy did it feel so f*****g good.
I couldn’t help the goosebumps that erupted over my skin as I relived every second of yesterday in my mind.
I turned over in bed, noti
