The following day, I had a hangover. I couldn't remember much of what had transpired the night before. I couldn’t even remember how or what time I got into bed. I deduced that Damian must be the one carrying me to bed since there was no one else with us last night.
I remembered talking about Damian’s ex and dreaming of making love to Rai. At least there was that, something good from last night, I thought as I walked down the stairs toward the kitchen.
“Gosh, what did I drink last night?” I mumbled as I saw Damian sitting on the sofa.
“Vodka,” Damian said, eyeing me with a question in his eyes.
“No wonder.” I groaned. Only Vodka could make me drunk. I wasn't a lightweight when it came to drinking. I could drink a few shots of liquor in one go and not get drunk. I had never been drunk all my life, except if I drank Vodka. Vodka had that effect on me.
