The last time Jayce had woken up with a hangover, he was still a dumb teenager in Chicago. As a grown-up living in Seattle, he'd made a choice not to drink alcohol anymore, not even in social gatherings.
But last night, he'd broken his personal vow.
Having Teressa and Miles in his apartment when he awoke was both a blessing and a curse. Miles had slept over, having been the one to take Jayce home when he got shitfaced from the shots.
Jayce had slept in his stripper outfit because Miles hadn't wanted to take off Jayce's clothes while Jayce was passed out, so he simply threw the duvet over Jayce's body then slept on the spare mattress.
Miles had berated Jayce as soon as Jayce finished showering and changing. "I don't think you understand the danger you could've been in if Ian hadn't b
