*Della*
The vibration of my phone filled the air around me, forcing me out of my sound sleep. Who the hell is that? With a soft groan, I attempt to force my eyes open, blinking harshly under the bright morning sun streaming in through the window.
With my eyes slightly opened, I reached for my phone on the bedside table next to my bed. My narrowed gaze met Dave's phone number.
I hastily answered the phone.
“Dave? Good morning. How are you feeling this morning?" I asked with great concern.
“I'm not so good, Della. My hangover is crazy! I have vomited everything in me! I don't even have the strength to walk up the stairs to my room."
His voice was weary and I had to strain my ears to hear every word he uttered.
“Oh my… I'm sorry, Dave."
“It's okay, Dells. I had to call you and th
