34. ~Aurora~

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I mean, even in my drunk state I knew how bad this was going to be. So why am I so surprised?

Maybe because I was staring at the face of my slumbering husband, and the many love bites on his neck and the long nail marks on his shoulder.

I sighed.

We had one hell of a night, didn't we?

This should not have happened.

We were in the master bedroom, the room from which I had kicked this man out. The audacity of the little bitch to carry me here instead of his own room.

I am convinced that he was completely sober, and making a point by doing it.

How the hell am I supposed to do the walk of shame from my own room? Where am I supposed to even go?

What a bloody mess of things have I made?

Rowan stirred in his sleep and I stilled, willing him to stay asleep until I figured out what to know, though it did not look like there was anything I could come up with.

But then again, when have things ever gone my way?

He woke up.

He fluttered his l