[ #1 in "Rising" Chicklit (4/10) ]
"What do you want from me, Hazel?" A muscle in his strong jaw ticks, almost as though it's counting down the seconds until his emotions swallow the both of us whole.
I've never met anyone like Tyler. Never met any...
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Thank God for roommates.
And coffee of course.
The hangover I wake up with is a killer, but I guess that's what happens when you drink mixes made with God knows what. I didn't black-out or even brown-out, which is more than just a relief, but at the same time I'm getting second-hand embarrassment from "drunk-me." I threw up. In a moment of weakness caused by slight motion sickness and various alcohol swirling around in my stomach, I had let loose on the side of the goddamn road like an animal.
Gross.
And an attractive man had witnessed it first hand.
Double gross. Cue the embarrassment.
"So happy I have today off," I mutter as I sink further into the couch.
Maybe these cushions will swallow me whole if I sit still enough.
Mabel laughs quietly and hands me a cup of coffee. "I'm guessing you had a good time after I left?"
The steam from the mug tickles my nose and warms my lungs as I inhale the aroma deeply. "It was...eventful."
"Meet anyone?"
"I meet people all the time," I reply coyly.
Mabel rolls her eyes and tugs at the throw blanket on my lap, squeezing herself into my side so we're both beneath it. "You know what I mean."
"You sound like my mother," I grumble, shooting her a teasing look. "But to answer your question, not really. I did throw up on my way home though."
"The taxi driver must've been tickled pink."
"Didn't take a taxi."
Mabel narrows her green eyes at me. "Who took you home then?"
I shrug indifferently, taking a deep pull from the coffee. I will always believe that the best thing for a hangover is black coffee. No sugar, no milk, no creamer, just coffee. Dark and bitter. What better to chase away the previous night's regrets?
