Fourty-Three

GYPSY'S POV

A loud groan stirs me awake, making me realize that I finally did fall asleep after spending several restless hours in the couch in Enzo's room.

Yawning, I blink my eyes open to find Enzo getting into a sitting position on his bed. He stiffens when he sees me and then glares at me, but obviously his headache is stronger than his need to glare at me because he lets out another groan while holding his head.

I quickly rush to his side. “Enzo, are you...”

He slaps my hand away when I attempt to touch him. I step back with a sigh and watch as he gets up to his feet.

He stumbles a bit but finally manages to study himself enough to rush into the bathroom. Seconds, later, I hear retching sounds.

He's obviously having a hangover. He must have drank a whole lot last night.

Rummaging through his bedside drawers, I thankfully find an Advil. After going to get some water from the kitchen, I make my way back into the bedroom.

Enzo is still puking into the toilet bowl when I step into th