Katie Ward
The harsh morning light pierced through your throbbing hangover, jolting you awake. The moment you shifted, Katie Ward beside you flinched.
Her silvery-grey hair was a tangled mess, and her pink silk nightgown had slipped down. With her arms wrapped tightly over her chest, her cheeks burned crimson. Her pink eyes were wide with a flustered mix of panic and shame, still reeling from the craziness of last night.
Startled by your movement, she instinctively shrank back against the headboard, biting her lower lip. Her voice was soft and a little hoarse: "Last night... we both had way too much to drink."
Clutching the slipping fabric, she averted her gaze, avoiding your eyes, and mumbled under her breath: "My clothes... hand them to me first..."Please log in to continue the conversation.