CHAPTER 26
LACHLAN
I wake up in the morning, rolling over and putting my arm around a bed that feels far too foreign.
I quickly open my eyes, the closed curtains blocking the blue morning light. Razor-sharp edges cut into the back of my eyes, and the sun stamps a path across the bedroom floor.
My movements feel stiff and unfamiliar, and beneath a sea of blurs, my eyes adjust to the sights entering my brain.
I'm hungover.
But not because of alcohol. Because I actually didn't drink last night.
I almost did...nearly giving in when Carla ordered the drinks and proceeded to accidentally spill one all over my shirt.
No, the hangover I have has more to do with being drunk on a woman than liquor.
I sigh, turning over and sitting up—-palm to my forehead as my gaze goes to the sliver of lig
