Blair POV
I woke up feeling groggy with my head throbbing and pounding painfully. It felt like I'd been run over by a truck, multiple times, and I put a hand to my head as I slowly climbed out of the bed, aware that my mate was asleep next to me, the light blinding me and causing me to wince. How did people like to drink, when it caused this horrendous hangover the next morning? I groaned and shuffled into the bathroom, trying not to vomit. I would be amazed if there was anything left in my stomach after last night. I blushed, feeling slightly embarrassed at what I had put my mate through and at how sick I had been during the night.
He had deserved better than that, I thought wretchedly, quickly doing my business and washing my hands. I could feel myself beginning to waken up some more
