EMMA’s POV :
The next morning, I woke up to a pounding in my head. Groaning aloud, I stirred in the bed and my hands went to rub my temples.
“Good morning,” I heard Ian’s chuckle and I felt the bed dipped.
“Mmh-ugh,” I replied in incoherent mumbling.
He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. I sighed and smiled lazily in response. On any other day, I would grab his gorgeous face and kiss the hell out of him, but not today. I was too weak and hung-over.
“How’s your head?” he asked.
“I need coffee. Lots of it,” I groaned into the pillow.
“I’ll be right back,” he replied and got up.
“You’re a miracle worker,” I mewled appreciatively. “Did I mention I love you?”
Ian laughed and strode away. He seemed completely fine even though we got back at 2 AM last
