J A M E S
My vision was blurry as I woke up to a banging headache and a strong urge to pee. Remind me never to drink. At least for a week or two. The hangover was terrible. I felt like I was in bed with someone. Oh, Miranda. I needed to pee first, and then I will come back to send her home. She should be with her daughter. We had more fun than intended.
Going to the bathroom, I flipped on the light, the room spun. I grabbed the towel bar in time to steady myself. I took a deep breath, held and exhaled, and I was able to find my way to the toilet, did my business, washed my hand flipped off the light.
“Miranda, this would have been the death of me, thank God you got us home. I need some aspirin.” I said to myself, sliding back into the bed next to her. Whenever I laid in bed with her, we
