Flair POV
I stumbled sleepily out of bed, feeling myself become queasy as I staggered to the bathroom, my legs feeling like jello and unable to support myself, my hand catching on the doorframe as I quickly bent over the toilet bowl and retched up what little stomach contents I possessed.
A hand carefully pulled back my hair away from my face as I continued to dry heave, wrenching and gasping. Grayson's eyes were filled with concern. "Did you have too much to drink?" he asked.
"I'm not sure. I've never been much of a drinker" I answered truthfully as I carefully wiped my mouth with some toilet tissue and flushed the button "but I didn't think I overdid it last night."
After all, I had maybe at most three glasses of champagne the whole night. Still when you weren't used to drinking, m
