Chapter Eleven
“Good morning, babe.” Nate’s voice was cutting into her dream and bringing a headache with it.
“My head.”
“I told you it was going to hurt this morning. Sit up. I brought you a gift.” She struggled to sit up, her head was pounding. Wine, she’d gotten wine drunk with Sam. There were some regrets right about now. “Here.” It was a bottle of water and two aspirin; the man was a god. “I enjoy being compared to a god.”
“Was that out loud?” She groaned and laid back against the headboard.
“Sure was, my goddess.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I have to go. You can lay back down. I told you I’d wake you.”
“I’ll miss you.”
“Mean it?”
“Yes! Do you have to leave right now?”
“If I crawl back in that bed, I’m going to do things that involve us not leaving it for a while.”
