[Vereena]
I woke up the next morning with a large calloused hand caressing the back of my shoulders. I wanted to smile, to turn around and greet him a pleasant morning, or maybe continue where we left off last night. Not that I wasn't satisfied or something, but a little morning exertion would be nice.
However, throbbing pain blasted at the back of my skull like it was going to split in half, making my vision of the ceiling dance and swirl. Hissing loudly, I pressed the heel of my palm on my eyes, waiting for the bludgeoning sensation to dissipate. That was until I heard a deep rumble of laughter at my side.
Damn that ale! I'm never going to drink that shit again. If this is what it feels like after drinking a dram, I don't understand why they still get themselves intoxicated.
