The early morning sunlight stirred Jessie from a sound sleep. She moaned in pain from a headache that throbbed...the result of too many martinis. She rubbed her temples, willing the sledgehammer effect bouncing off her skull to subside and wished she'd listened to Zach about not having another drink.
"Oh God," tripped off her tongue. The memory of last night rushed to the front of her mind. Her hand instinctively reached over to the opposite side of the bed and patted the mattress. It was empty. She blew out a steady stream of air, relieved. Thank God they hadn't slept together. Contented the alcohol hadn't clouded her judgment; she grabbed the extra pillow and covered her face to shield her eyes from the brightness. Inhaling the smell of Zach's cologne embedded in the pillowcase made her gasp. "Oh no," she said, pressing the pillow into her face. It was true. They had slept together.