"f**k! My head hurts."
My gazes were all on Lorcan the moment he got up from our bed, holding his head, cursing under his breath due to a hangover. His hair looks messy but it is still easy on the eyes.
"You were drunk last night." I stated, as a matter of fact.
He turned to gaze down at me because i was still laying down my body, with a blanket covering half of it.
"Yeah, i was." He ran his fingers through his hair, making it messier.
I fought the urge of getting distracted by his naked upper body, his hairy chest and abs and yummy v-lines, the way he looks sexy in my sight since he's only wearing his boxer short and nothing more.
He can definitely pass as the God of s*x appeal.
But i didn't wake up next to him just to shower him praises this morning.
"Was it because of the la
