Love Survives (BWWM)

Hangover

*Edited*

Deja just happened to be the queen of too much information.

The three of us told each other everything, but Deja never left anything out. She told us, in detail, exactly how she and Cameron started their quest for kids. Every little thing they did was shared during out girl's night. Kendra was a little bit of a freak, so she enjoyed every second of it. I, however, needed a few drinks to keep me sane.

Deja went on and on about how they were looking for their first house together and how Cameron was going to give her everything she ever wanted.

I knew it was wrong to be jealous of her. She deserved Cameron and everything he was willing to do for her, but being alone was getting old.

I drank every time Deja said how happy she'd been or how in love she was. It was crazy how many times she said those words because, by the end of the night, I was completely drunk. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't trying to drink away my jealousy.

Kendra and Deja left, and it was after eleven o'clock that I heard knocking at my door.

I'd been in the middle of finishing off another glass of champagne, so I finished it then answered the door. It took me nearly ten minutes to do it, but I did it.

"Aaron." I saw his beautiful face and smiled. "What are you doing here?"

Apparently, I'd been shouting because he put his hand over my mouth and came into my apartment closing the door behind us with his foot.

"If I remove my hand, will you start shouting again?"

I shook my head, and he lifted his hand from my face.

The world around me started spinning, and I was knocked off my feet only to have Aaron catch me in his arms.

"Whoa, I almost fell."

He effortlessly lifted my body down the hall and into my bedroom.

I'd been meaning to get him into my room since last night. I finally succeeded.

Underneath my robe, I had on a crop top and fuzzy pants. He took off my robe and somehow got me under the comforter with no trouble at all.

"You're sweet," I mumbled.

"I'm not even going to try having a conversation with you right now. We'll talk in the morning," he told me. He leaned down and kissed my forehead.

As he began to stand to his full height, I grabbed onto his arm and held tight. "Don't leave."

I didn't want to be alone. I wanted his arms around me when I fell asleep and when I woke up.

I looked up at him, and despite of my drunken state, I could see the internal war going on inside his head. He wanted to stay, that much I could see, but whether or not he would was unclear.

"Okay, I'll stay," he said.

He walked around to the other side of the bed. The heat of his body seeping into mine is the last thing I remembered of that night.

***

I pulled the comforter over my head to block out the sunlight shining through my window. I instantly regretted the movement when I felt pounding in my head.

Waves of nausea set in as if there were some kind of battle going on in my stomach, forcing me to make a run for the bathroom and empty its content.

It wasn't pretty.

I brushed my teeth hoping to get rid of the disgusting morning breath mixed with the lingering smell of puke all while ignoring my raging headache.