The next time Serena opened her eyes again, the bright morning sunlight was filtering in through the gauzy curtains on the bedroom window.
Everything felt utterly perfect and at peace in this blissful moment. And then the dull throbbing behind her temples and the acidic taste of liquor coating her tongue kicked in, swiftly shattering that illusion.
Serena groaned pitifully as she slowly became aware of her undoubted disheveled state.
She was sure to be still wearing the rumpled cocktail attire from the night before, her hair a tangled rat's nest, and her makeup leaving unsightly smudges on the pristine ivory pillowcase beneath her cheek.
Killian must have managed to get her home and into bed at some point after their raucous night of debauchery, though she had zero recollection of h
