Nicole
To say I felt like shit was an understatement. The moment I opened my eyes it felt like an entire skyscraper was blown up to pieces and every single one of those pieces landed on my head.
The unbearable pain was too much for me to handle, and since the sunlight didn't help at all, I flipped onto my stomach and pulled the pillow over my head. A voice somewhere inside the room chuckled, but I ignored them.
What was so funny about someone in literal pain?
"Hungover?"
Despite the fact that the voice was muffled because of the pillow, I could recognize that the question came from Blake. If he was here to annoy me and make the headache worse, he could stay getting ignored. I knew that if I ignored him enough, he'd go away. At least that's what I hoped.
Sometimes the jerk was far too persistent.
"I have some pills that will help you feel better a lot quicker." His voice got closer, but I stayed put under my pillow. "You'll feel a lot better in no time. Here."
Even though I wanted nothing to do with the sun, I peeked out from under the pillow and saw Blake holding out two pills in his palm and a cup of water in his other hand. Enduring the light for a few seconds to take the pills wouldn't hurt, especially if they could make me feel even fifty percent better.
Sitting up, I quickly realized I was almost completely naked when the bed sheets slipped from my body and revealed my bra. In a flash, I pulled them up to cover myself again and Blake chuckled.
"I promise it isn't sexy after watching you throw up your organs." The jerk thought his stupid words would make me feel better. They didn't. "Not that you're not sexy, but right now I'm far from interested."
I rolled my eyes as I took the pills and cup from him, tilting my head back to throw the pills to the back of my throat before taking three big gulps of water. He watched my every move with a small smile tilting the corner of his lips.
Once he saw I took them, he took the cup from me and handed me one of his shirts.
"Here, comfier than your dress by a lot. So you don't have to be naked."
I gladly took it from him and put it on, pulling the sheets away to pull it all the way down. Since I was sitting, it bunched at my hips. But it seemed like it would at least cover my ass if I stood up.
"You wanna try to get a bit more sleep? You only had around five hours."
With a nod, I laid back down and pulled the sheets up under my chin. He walked out of the room and I took my chance to get at least a few more hours of sleep.
Hopefully I'd wake up without the headache that was currently killing me.
• • •
Instead of waking up with no headache or even with a few more hours of sleep, I woke up around forty minutes after laying down with my headache still around. But on top of that, I was sweating and hot all over, mainly between my thighs.
Not knowing what the fuck was going on, I threw the comforter off me to see my entire body was shiny with a layer of sweat. I couldn't explain why but I was horny. As. Fuck.
Did I have a wet dream? I didn't even think I had any kind of dream in such a short amount of time.
Groaning, I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom to wash my face with cold water. It didn't do much at all, and it was frustrating me.
