Chapter Eleven

Chris’ head pounded, the throbbing closer to when he had his head kicked in. A cold trickle ran down his spine. Why would his head be pounding so bad? Had he been in a fight? He couldn’t remember… shit! Why couldn’t he remember? 

He worked his tongue around his mouth, tasting alcohol, something sweet like sugar and musky pussy. He scrunched his nose up… it wasn’t a good taste to wake up to in the morning. He tried to run a hand over his face to wake himself up, finding him unable to do so. He frowned, cracking his eyes open only to immediately regret it with the blinding light of the sun’s surface. 

He groaned to himself. 

He pulled at his arms, wanting to sit up. Clan