SIXTY ONE

I'm on my way to make breakfast when I decide to check on Drake again. After what happened last night, I'm pretty sure that he'll have a hangover once he wakes up. The morning sun has risen, casting its ray upon his face. He's still sleeping.

I climb on the bed and sit beside him, staring at him, crossing my arms on my chest. Then his eyelids flicker, and a few moments later, he opens his eyes.

He abruptly sits up and backs off, his back smacking the headboard. "You're scaring me," he barks. I must have looked like a ghost.

"Spill it." I glower at him.

"What?" he rasps, squinting his eyes before squeezing them shut. He curses. His head must be spinning.

"Last night," I say. "What was that all about?"

He groans, touching his head.

"Shit. I was knocked out, wasn't I?"

"Uh-huh."

"I got carried away."

"For what?" I ask. "What celebration?" I go straight to the point.

He laughs, closing his eyes, looking like he doesn't even believe that it's happening. "My internship."

My eyes