The party fizzled out slowly.
She couldn’t remember much of the end of the night, after being plied with enough alcohol to sink a ship. Rob filling her glass anytime it emptied, telling her to let go because he was there to take care of her. There had been shots on the bar, a drinking competition and memories of Rob bending her backwards over a table, to a chorus of chants, egging on, and propping a lime in her cleavage that he had happily retrieved with his teeth. She assumed there had been tequila.
Lots and lots of tequila.
Her head ached, and her body was in agony.
Opening a sleepy eye in the semi-dull room around her, she could see Rob’s naked body flat out across the bed on his stomach, a sheet skirting across his ass and only just concealing it. She was in the same state. The
