Nelson Cooper got kicked straight off the bed.
Luckily, he'd thrown down some blankets last night, or that fall might've hurt a lot more.
Still, it gave him a scare. The lack of sleep didn't help either—his face looked downright stormy.
Claire had no clue what just happened and immediately started yelling, "Nelson Cooper, seriously? You could've just said you didn't like the bed! What's the deal with sneaking up in the middle of the night?"
Nelson shot her a glare, then let out a low, sarcastic laugh.
"I snuck up there? Claire, are you losing it again?"
He was still pissed and had zero interest in arguing. Without another word, he brushed past her and headed into the bathroom.
Claire's brain finally kicked in.
She hadn't been drinking last night, so memory loss wa
