I opened my eyes and instantly wished that I was still asleep. Wine hangovers are definitely the worst because I always got a killer headache. I groaned and put the pillow over my head. Either it would help block out the light or suffocate me, and I was honestly okay with either option at this point.
“I’ve got Tylenol and coffee.” Brian whispered in my ear. His voice was like nails on a chalkboard and grated against my sensitive nerves.
“Not so loud.” I groaned and pressed the pillow tighter to my face.
“That’s enough of that.” He laughed and took the pillow from me. I opened one eye in outrage and found the room to still be in relative darkness. Looking towards the window I saw that Brian had draped towels over the curtains in an attempt to make the room darker for me.
“Thanks,” I
