Daxton’s POV
I soft moan slides from between my lips, and my eyes refuse to open despite my best efforts to encourage them. What the hell happened last night? I didn’t go drinking, did I? Damn Campbell! Why did I listen to him? I'm supposed to be going straight. Coach is going to chew my ass out for turning up with a hangover like this.
I try to move but the pounding in my head increases, and I almost throw up from the pain.
‘Damn you Campbell’ I mumble under my breath, as my head falls back to the side. I would mentally list all the things I’m going to do to the guy but even trying to remember my own name makes my head throb.
My body is starting to wake up and with it a feeling of discomfort that is rapidly becoming one of pain. I concentrate with everything in me and c***k my eyes op
