Carson Point of view
I woke up with a blinding headache and instantly cursed. “Dammit, I should have stopped.”
Rolling to the side of my bed, I let my hand wander on the nightstand placed right beside my bedside to help me with the hangover that was killing me. “Why the f**k did I drink that much? Oh yea, my f*cking mate is driving me nuts. Goddess, why can’t I just disappear.” I mumbled to myself while fiddling with the drawers and searching for the pills without making an effort to look.
“F*cking finally,” I growled as soon as my hand found the pills.
Without wasting a second, I downed two pills with the help of water bottle placed on my nightstand and leaned back on the cushioned headboard in half laying position as to wait for the pills to kick in.
I closed my eyes and called
