‘I need to go home. My parents will be showing up there to get me and I have no idea what time it even is’
‘It’s eight twenty-five�� chipped in Abby glancing at her watch. Rubbing her eyes and gawking at the early hour. She was still a little drunk from the night before and had not even begun to feel the effects of her hangover yet. Rose, however, had the familiar sore head and fuzzy mouth of suffering, she sighed, knowing that waiting would be pointless. If she left now and walked home, she would have an hour to get bathed and pull herself together before they showed up.
Muffin would be desperate for his morning walk to relieve his business too. She also did not want her parents knowing she had slept here with him. Once it was clear Rob and Rose were a couple, the thought of them knowin
