Terri’s POV
Holy f*ck, it’s been a long time since I woke up with this kind of hangover. I try to remember what I had to drink last night. Wait, I only had a few wine coolers with Lacey. Her scent is stronger, warmed by sleep. She looks beautiful with her morning bedhead and her angelic face relaxed with sleep. I feel a sharp pang in my heart and I sit up gasping for breath.
“Where am I?” Lacey mutters before sitting up and looking in my direction. “Theressa, was that you?”
“Yeah. It’s nothing. Is it hot in here?” I’m sweating through my shirt, I’m not used to wearing clothes to bed.
“It didn’t sound like nothing. Are you hungover maybe?” She slips out of bed and nears me.
“It takes a whole lot for a wolf to get hungover,” I mutter, rubbing my hand over the sore spot on my chest.
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