Chapter 16

Rose woke with a banging head from hell, her mouth was dry and fuzzy, and the merest hint of light when she attempted to open her eyes was agony. She tried to turn over, feeling unfamiliar cotton sheets around her and the smell of laundry detergent she did not use. Confusion breaking through the fog.

Slowly opening one eye, she took in a masculine room around her, wooden slatted blinds letting a little light peep through from outside. Just enough to make her retract under the covers until she adjusted.

Her stomach mimicked a washing machine, and when she resurfaced to try again, she saw a glass of iced water on a little wooden table. Reaching out, she took it gratefully and slowly sipped some until at least her fuzzy mouth improved. She sat up slowly, blinking and adjusting to the semi-gloom of the room, her head not spinning too much if she moved carefully, and she regretted getting so crazily drunk last night.

It was a male’s room. Dark wood, navy, cream, and bl