(Mira)
I woke up with a headache.
Too much beer. Not enough water.
Ridge was already up, moving around in the kitchen. The smell of coffee and bacon filled the section.
I walked out of the bedroom and he looked over.
"Morning," he said. "How's your head?"
"Terrible."
He walked over with a glass of water and two pain killers. "Take these. I made breakfast. Greasy food helps."
I took the pills and drank the entire glass of water. My mouth felt like sandpaper.
"Thanks," I said.
He went back to the kitchen and came back with a plate. Eggs, bacon, toast. Exactly what I needed.
I sat on the couch and he sat next to me with his coffee.
I ate the eggs and felt a little better. My phone was on the coffee table. I picked it up and saw a text from Harlow.
*That was so much fun last night
