Gretel was pulled out of dreamland only to have bright sunlight burn through her eyes, piercing into her skull. As if the tequila headache wasn't enough, the nausea swirling in her belly definitely is.
A heavily tattooed-covered arm weighed down on her chest as she tried to focus on the now, not the before when she was gulping back alcohol like water after a marathon and shaking her ass on anyone within arms reach. Letting out a shaky sigh of regret, she trailed her eyes up the arm and tried desperately to ignore the pulse between her legs that thumped like a raced heartbeat when her heavy eyes fell on the deep red bruises covering Matthew's throat. Good grief! She'd given him hickeys.
The memories of last night come flooding through her head, making it pound hard enough that she began rubbing her temples in search of relief.
