Chapter 90

LORRAINE'S POV

Slowly, I opened my eyes. My head was pounding badly. I had to hold my head to soothe the ache. My tongue felt like sandpaper, and the taste of liquor still clung to my mouth. I squinted against the harsh morning light that filtered through the window. Memories of last night came rushing in. I remembered how wasted we got at the bar last night. That's probably the reason I have a hangover. It's been a while since I had one.

I turned my head and I instantly became aware of a presence beside me. It was Neil. He slept soundly beside me. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. His dark hair was tousled. The sight of him here, in my bed, made me scared. What had I done? My stomach churned. Did we have sex?

“Neil,” I nudged him gently. “Neil, wake up.”

He stirred in his sleep. Slowly, he opened his eyes.

He rubbed his eyes “Lorraine? What’s wrong?”

I swallowed hard “Did we… did we sleep together?”

He sat up “No, Lorraine. We didn’t. You had too much to drink last night,