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When I woke up the next morning, I was made instantly aware of the throbbing headache I had. I tried to sit up, and the sudden movement made me feel like I would vomit. I opened my eyes, looking around the room drowsily. The room was pretty dark as the curtains were closed. I stretched my legs and curled my toes against the cool satin of the bedsheets, suddenly realizing I was not on my side of the screen that divided the room. I was not in what had become my bed. I lazily rolled my head to the side, Kieran was not next to me, memories of last night came back to me in flashes. I raked my fingers through my hair before grabbing the pillow beside me and throwing it over my face groaning into it.
Bloody rum! I cursed mentally. But I knew it wasn't just the rum that led to me kissing Kieran. No, it was these Goddamn feelings that had a death grip on me.
