In the morning, I felt a lot like I did when I’d cheated on Hadley.
And hung over.
I could smell food, but my stomach wasn’t having any of it. Clearly I wasn’t gonna be eating any time soon.
“You finally awake?” I heard a chuckle, but in my head it turned into a booming cacophony of evilness. I looked up at him and he handed me a glass of water and some painkillers. I took them, cocooning myself in his duvet and he laughed. “Want anything to eat?”
“I will throw up if I see food,” I groaned at him.
“I’ll hide while I have lunch then.”
“Thank you.” He went off to hide and have his lunch, but apparently it wasn’t enough. While I was throwing up I became all too aware of the ache in my butt. Had it really been that long? Once the guy... Ash, was it? Once Ash had finished eating, he came into the bathroom to find me sprawled across the bathroom floor, half hugging the toilet.
"My ass hurts. My head and my ass both hate me," I whined, feeling sorry for myself. He hugged me, and I rested my head on his shoulder, trying to ignore my brain throbbing angrily against my skull. He planted a kiss on the top of it. "Was I really stupid last night?"
"I feel like I was, but I don't remember."
"You weren't. I don't think you were, anyway."
“’Kay. M’sorry if I was. And if I was crap in bed.”
“You weren’t,” he smiled. I would’ve smiled back, but I might’ve been sick again if I did anything other than sit there leaning on him
"I can see why someone married you,” he chuckled.
"Well, you're very good looking for a start. And you're not too shabby in bed, even when you're too drunk to remember much.” My face started to heat up at that, and I hummed a little as he kissed me on the cheek. I was too hung over to be dealing with the weird feelings of betrayal and liking the company I had and whatever else was going on in my head. He snuggled up to me and I laughed a little, staggering to my feet. If we were going to snuggle, we could at least snuggle on the sofa, instead of the floor in the bathroom. He tilted his head a little. "What's so funny?"
“I dunno. I was snuggling on the bathroom floor of someone I barely know, butt naked and hung over like a bitch. It’s just been a long time since I’ve done that.” He laughed. I snuggled back up to him now that we’d moved to the sofa and kept on rambling. "Now I've thrown up, though, you're more than welcome to have me again before I sober up enough to feel weird about sleeping with a stranger,” I grinned.
"Only if you want me to," he said, laughing again.
“As long as you use more lube than last night,” I giggled.
"Sorry about that," he kissed me on the forehead and scurried off to get the lube.
“Don’t be sorry, I just haven’t had sex in forever.”
I smiled, unbuttoning his shirt, "Be gentle with me and my hangover.”
“Yessir.” For the record, he was perfectly gentle, and if my emotions weren’t being fucking stupid, I probably would’ve stayed another night.