Maya's POV
I swear I'm never drinking again.
I felt sick to my stomach and the urge overwhelmed me so much that I jumped out of the bed, racing to the toilet like a fox whose tail was set on fire.
I bent over and vomited everything into the toilet bowl while using one of my hands to gather back my hair which tried to get in the way.
By the time I was done, my stomach was empty, my throat raspy, and aching from retching too much. Exhausted, I leaned against the tiled toilet wall before sliding to the ground.
I was so hungover, I felt like dying. Being in a foul mood today was a given, judging from the splitting headache and body aches I was experiencing right now.
I cursed out loud when a knock sounded on the door. Who was it this early morning?
Oh right, I was still in Sakuzi's place.
