‘Like there’s a herd of horses stamping on my skull and my insides have been replaced by a spin dryer.’ She grimaced and took a much-needed sip of water in a bid to avoid eye contact. Mortification creeping over her slowly.
‘Hangover from hell, then? Not that I’m surprised considering the state you were in.’ He walked out of the bathroom, returning seconds later and handed her a white fluffy bathrobe, obviously realising how uncomfortable she must have been feeling. Gratefully, she pulled herself up and shrugged into it with help from him. Aware of how close and just how good he looked this morning. There was no hint in his manner that anything s****l had happened between them. He stood back, leant against the bathroom door and watched her silently.
‘I didn’t do anything stupid last nigh
