Annie POV
I blink my eyes open and stare at Brandon's chest, my head in the same spot it was when I finally fell asleep last night after he ravished me for hours. I could tell something was wrong with him though. I was telling the truth when I told him I was tipsy but not drunk. I was at the perfect level of tipsiness, enough to bask in the warm giddy feelings of the alcohol and maybe even be a little more outgoing, but I wasn't drunk, I knew exactly what we were doing and I knew that something was wrong with him.
"Morning," I look up when I hear Brandon's sleep-soaked voice above me.
"Hey," I tell him with a smile.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine, I told you last night I wasn't drunk."
"I know, but sometimes that wine can still cause a nasty headache."
"I'm okay, what about you?"
