Her skull is being drilled with a jackhammer.
Nope, that’s just how much her head hurts from drinking so much last night. Why did she think throwing back a countless amount of tequila shots was a good idea? Her sleep-fogged mind doesn’t remember a whole lot about last night, but she does remember drowning in alcohol. Not exactly her finest hour.
She rubs her eyes with the back of her hands, slowly opening them to a dark room, thanks to the curtains that are closed.
Thank fucking God for curtains. Thank God for whomever closed them.
She looks around, taking in several things that make her head feel even worse than it already does. This isn’t her brother’s place and this isn’t her t-shirt she’s wearing and there’s a bucket on the nightstand. Killian’s nightstand. Killian’s apartment.
As the fog slowly clears, more bits and pieces of last night come rushing back to her.
Fuck.
She just embarrassed herself in front of Killian, and he probably never wants anything to do with her ever again. She even had a dream that she puked all over him, and thank God that didn’t actually happen because then she’d have to change her name and move to California.
“Morning, love.” Killian’s voice, as sexy as it is, pounds at her temples as the bedroom door swings open, and it sounds like the hinges are screeeeeeching loudly, like nails scraping against a chalkboard, taunting her. “Sleep well?”
“Could you not scream so loud?” she groans, covering her ears with her hands.
He comes over with a glass of water and some aspirin. “Is this better?” he whispers, an amused grin on his face.
She pushes herself up and takes the proffered items. “No, but good to know you think this is funny.” She pops the painkillers into her mouth and gulps them down with a sip of water, hoping these suckers work quickly.
“I don’t.” His face falls in concern as he sits on the edge of the bed and leans in to kiss her forehead. His lips feel soft and soothing against her skin.
She frowns at herself. “Sorry, I’m kind of a bitch when I have hangovers.”
He arches a brow. “Kind of?”
She swats him on the shoulder. “Okay, I’m a huge bitch when I have hangovers. Happy?”
He shakes his head. “I won’t be happy until you feel better,” he murmurs.
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Captain Swan - Falling for the Bad Boy
FanfictionEmma Swan is done with dating and relationships, regardless of the fact that Mary Margaret is determined to set her up with someone while taking her out barhopping. It's just too bad for MM that the one guy Emma has her eyes on at The Captain's Rum...
