Chapter Sixty-Two. Diana.
What the hell happened last night?
God, my head hurts!
I turn over, and my stomach lurches. Groaning loudly, I attempt to get out of bed, only to find a strong arm rubbing my back and a bucket under my chin.
What the hell?
However, I have no time to worry about it, as I empty my insides into the bucket, and it is all liquid, and stinks of pure stale alcohol.
“That’s it, get it up,” Jessie’s unusually soft voice encourages me, as his hand rubs my back, before gently scraping my hair back and holding it for me.
Shit, he is in my room. What the hell did I do last night? Oh god, I am puking my insides up in front of him. The shame! I can normally hold my beer better than this. Only it wasn’t beer, it was copious amounts of vodka, and shots. Lots of shots.
