nathan
They say the worst part of getting drunk is the hangover. Since I’d never been drunk before, I was unable to prove that right or wrong from my own experience. I can now truthfully say that the hangover is in fact the worst part of getting drunk. When I wake the next morning, Hayden’s arm is draped around me and though it’s comforting, my pounding head is making everything unpleasant.
“What did we do last night?” I answer hazily.
“Everything,” his voice cracks as he says it, “everything that could ever be. You were so drunk last night.”
“And you weren’t?” I protest, cradling my head as I sit up.
“I was tipsy, but you were crazy drunk,” he laughs softly, “you blew me in a public bathroom. I love drunk Nathan.”
“What day is it?” I ignore his comment about my intoxicated state and
