IRIS.
I woke up feeling crappy and sweetly sore. I wasn't sure that word existed but being reminded that I had been f****d silly had me blushing crimson.
A wide smile crept into my face as I turned towards the other side of the bed, reaching out for Damon. But the bed was empty. My hand came in contact with plush pillows and my eyes blinked open.
The bed was empty. I sighed and sat up feeling pain shoot up my head. Groaning, I leaned back against the bed and clutched the side of my head. This was one thing I hated about getting drunk. The hangovers. It had to be the shittiest thing to ever happen to anyone.
I untangled my feet from the sheets while wrapping the duvet around my chest as I was naked.
There was a coffee table beside the bed and right on it was a tray filled with food
