-Megan-
I felt awful when I woke up. I couldn’t believe it was possible to feel this bad, but I always got the worst case of a hangover when I drank.
I groaned deeply as I turned onto my stomach. The sun was sneaking inside between the curtains and hitting me right in the eyes. It didn’t help my headache or how sick I felt.
I could puke for days, I thought, just as a dark voice echoed in the bedroom, “Who the f*ck goes partying on a Wednesday?”
I sat up so fast that the world started to spin around, and while I wanted to lie down again, I couldn’t. Nathan, who stood in the doorway, looking pissed, his angry eyes held me in place.
“Well, many people,” I replied, remembering the people who had filled the bar and club.
Nathan shook his head and came inside the bedroom, which made me
