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Chapter Thirteen

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SIENNA

SATURDAY..... my head was pounding as if someone had repeatedly smashed a hammer against it the previous night. I slowly sat up in my bed and let my eyes adjust to the light. But when my vision regained focus, I realized I wasn't in my room. Without hesitation, I lifted the blanket covering my lower half.

"Oh, thank god."

I sighed, relieved to find my bra and panties where they should be, but I was still confused as to where the heck I was. My addled brain failed to recognize the surroundings. On wobbly legs I stood up and noticed two Advils and a delicious-looking glass of water sitting on the bedside table.

I sat the pills on my tongue and pressed the glass to my lips, allowing the cool clear liquid to run out and coat my dry throat. After downing the water in three huge gulps, I put the glass back down and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

"God, I am never drinking again," I muttered, trying to physically shake off how bad I felt.

"That's a shame. After last night, I feel like you should let loose more often." 

My heart stopped beating. There was no way that was his voice I just heard.

"Joseph?!?" I shouted, yanking the sheet from the bed to cover my body.

I was surely perked up despite the throbbing pain in my head. He stood before me in nothing but a towel that hung sinfully low on his waist. I turned my back to him because I knew I wouldn't be able to focus on talking; not when water droplets cascaded from his dark wavy hair and down his toned chest, only to slide down and disappear underneath the towel.

"What happened last night?! Why am I not at home? Why am I half naked and why are you mostly naked??" I asked him.

"Shit. I'll be right back," he said, bolting from the room.

When he returned his chest was still bare, but below he wore a pair of loose gray track pants. Still pretty distracting.

"... how're you feelin? You look a little red." His hazel eyes flashed with a hint of worry.

I awkwardly cleared my throat, embarrassed that he was the reason why my cheeks were three different shades of pink. "Oh, it's just- my head hurts really bad, but the pills should kick in soon. Thank you for leaving them."

I wrapped the thin white sheet tighter around my body, afraid it would come undone despite my death grip on it.

"No problem. You're a fan of Long Island Iced teas, but you can't keep em' down," he said, sliding his hands into the pockets of his pants. A slow smirk grew on his lips that said: I know a lot you don't.

I cradled my face in my hands. "Oh no, what did I do?"

"It was insane. You hopped up onto the bar counter and gave the crowd a show to remember."