I wake up with a pounding headache and a sore face and slide out of bed with a groan. Body like a tonne weight and very aware that I have had a physical assault. It's still dark and glancing at my bedside clock tells me it's four a.m. and I sigh heavily.
We came home, and I did exactly what I was told and came to bed, not really feeling like being around Carrero after that weird moment between us, even if bed was not something I wanted to do. I can handle him being his usually obtuse and stubborn arsehole self, but the softer glimpse threw me totally. I don't know how to deal with him being different, so I avoided him and decided to sleep this off.
Except I can't; I need aspirin and a drink to clear the horrid metallic bloody taste from my mouth. I feel like I have the king of hangovers
