The first thing Maria did when she woke up was groan. All she could feel was the pounding of her head that felt like it might explode at any minute.
"There's only room in this bed for one grumpy morning person," she heard Arthur mumble into her back. It was only then that she noticed that his bare arm was wrapped around her waist and that her back was pressed against him.
All of the alcohol they drank had brought up both their body temperatures, so he had made the tipsy and rash decision last night to forgo his shirt.
"Well then today it gets to be me. My turn," she told him in a voice that was groggy from how dry her throat was.
She felt the vibrations of Arthur chuckling into the bed as she tried to shift her body to face him. Every movement hurt, and she was starting to feel dizzy. "How are you feeling?" he asked her once she had turned all the way around to look at him.
