#Chapter73
No One Gets Jealous
XANDRY
So fucking awful!
My head was pounding, my muscles were aching, my limbs and holy fuck my back. How did I get into this goddamn awful couch? Who made this kind of thing? It was made of fucking rock.
I bolted upright, making my head throb when the realization hit me. I had to squeeze my eyes shut as my vision started to blur and spin. My lips were dry as a desert.
After rubbing my temples a few times, I opened my eyes slowly and looked down. I’m wearing the same clothes yesterday, my shoes were taken off and perfectly aligned atop the chocolate and cream shaggy rug. What the fuck did I do last night? I was sure as hell what I had right now was a hangover.
