Oh my God, I felt like s**t.
Oh my God, I felt like shit.The pounding in my skull was unbelievable, and every muscle in my body was screeching at me for tossing too many shots back last night. A pillow was over my face, and when I removed it, I noticed a damp spot on the sheet where I must have been drooling. The heavy black curtains were shut, except for an inch or two, and even that amount of light forced me to hide under the blankets to block it out. Wait a minute. The drapes I’d ordered for my bedroom hadn’t arrived yet. Plus, they were yellow.
This isn’t my apartment.
This isn’t my apartment.“Knock knock.” A deep voice whispered, and instantly I knew where I was. Soft footsteps crossed the room, and I heard something being placed on the nightstand. I couldn’t face Michael, so I kep
