I woke up with the worst, raging and literally throbbing hangover. The bright light sipping into my room through open curtains made me groan and covered my eyes with a hand.
Wait! I'm in my room?
I ignored the pain and took a long, good look over my surroundings.
Yup, I sure am in my own bed, in my own apartment. But how did I get here? I have no clue. The last thing I remember is kissing Johanna. Johanna!
I quickly swung my legs over the side of my bed and too fast movement made my head all dizzy and I fell back on my ass.
"Motherfucker!" - I cussed pissed at the state I got myself into and decided to take it slowly. But before I could proceed with another attempt of leaving my digested-alcohol-smelling bedroom, doors opened and Osprey Springer leaned against the frame with a sl
