Cleo
I opened my eyes and found that I was in bed, still wearing the clothes from last night. I heard the sink running in the bathroom and saw the light under the door. The room was dark, and I checked the time to see it was four thirty. My head pulsed uncomfortably from the alcohol and my mouth was dry.
A glass of water with some herbs floating on the top sat beside the clock. I immediately reached for it and drank it down. The pressure in my head eased away. Then the room was illuminated as Duncan opened the bathroom door. He was bare chested and wearing only his boxers. His hair was tussled from sleep. He smiled when she saw me with the empty glass.
“Thirsty?” He chuckled.
“I’m sorry was this yours?” I asked suddenly ashamed.
“No, my peach,” he answered. “I knew
