193. Do the same to you...

"Oh God have mercy my head hurts." She seethed as she woke up with a splitting headache. "Alcohol is my enemy... My arch enemy." She hissed as she struggled to push herself off the bed.

"You're finally awake." She flinched as she heard his voice, slowly she turned around, biting her lower lip for she knew if she had such a splitting headache, then she must have given him a tough time last night. And he did warn her not to touch the alcohol so...

"hehehe... Good morning" she tried forcing a laugh but in all his gloriousness, he wasn't smiling. This was probably every girl's dream, to wake up in the morning to see the man of your dreams seated on a chair, in just a pair of joggers, long legs crossed over each other, hands on both sides of the chair, in all his tattooed glory. Nothing could beat this brilliant view of waking up to find your man watching you.