Davin
Something slammed into my arm. I groaned and rolled over, dragging the blanket with me as I tried to sink back into sleep.
A second kick landed, harder this time.
“Davin, get up, for f**k’s sake. Jesus.”
My eyes flickered open, then immediately closed again.
“What is all this, man?” Lucas demanded, his voice way too loud for this early in the morning. Or maybe that was the hangover talking. Probably both.
I heard him moving around the studio, mumbling his displeasure under his breath. A few seconds later, sunlight shone across my face, and I hissed, throwing an arm over my eyes.
“What the heck?”
I slowly pushed myself upright, and the moment I did, I regretted it instantly. My hand shot to my temple.
“f**k, my head,” I muttered, the ache hitting in waves.
“Well, good mornin
