Next morning was the rudest of awakenings, my stomach in turmoil, head throbbing, everything compounded by discovering Reece beside me instead of Glenn. He lay on his back, snoring heavily, and it took some seconds for me to recall the previous day. Holy hell, what had I done?
I got to the bathroom and into the shower, which was no help. I tried to throw up, but couldn’t, my stomach deciding to torture me by refusing to give up its contents. I dressed, staggered to the kitchen, but couldn’t bear making coffee. I sipped water, still trying to fit together details of the day before.
Glenn. Where was Glenn? Oh, right, he’d taken off because I’d kept the album. And Reece…It came back gradually, how he’d showed up, how wine had led us to s*x, and how I’d enjoyed myself. I was looking out the
