Chapter 15
Earl
The morning light bled softly through the half-open blinds, striping the dark wood floor with gold. My eyes cracked open slowly, reluctantly and lazy. My mouth tasted like ash.
My head throbbed with a dull headache as if it was reminding me of last night.
"I've got to remember to stop drinking that much."
I sat up, the blanket falling from my chest. And for a second, I thought about the weird dream I had that night. How her mouth and hands had been all over me and her soft gasp against my lips. Meredith.
I blinked and ran a hand down my face. It had to be a dream. A consequence of too much whiskey and not enough sleep. That was the only explanation. There was no way I had touched her like that or kissed her like that. I couldn't have pulled her onto my lap like she wa
