LUCAS POV

I slowly opened my eyes and shut it as fast as I opened it, I worked my way through my body and realized my shirt was gone. I was bare-chest and Why was I wrapped in a down comforter?

I tried to get up but it was a struggle, my head hurt so much I cupped it between my hands. What was going on? I looked around and saw Samantha looking at me. She held a cup in her hands, I eyed me looking intently at my face. I wanted to do the same but my head felt like it was being hit by a tornado.

We stared at each other for a while, none of us trying to break the silence. I didn't have anything to say to her because I was a jerk and she must really think lowly of me. I left her at the office without checking in to tell her and to top it up. I came home embarrassingly drunk.

She didn't look angry, the look on her face was one of disappointment and frustration. I felt a little bad but I had no reason to explain anything to her. If I could just get out of the bed and walk away, but I can't so I looked