"Cora." He called, eyes caressing my face in a way that I so badly wanted for his fingers to instead. "Tell me to stop."
I gulped, the words frozen on the tip of my tongue.
"Cora, tell me now." He repeated, growing more agitated as his gaze moved do...
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Bongo drums pounded somewhere in the distance, interrupting the silence that I had been enjoying until then.
Wait a second.
Bongo drums?
I sat up in the bed I had been sleeping in far too quickly, immediately clutching at my head in a groggy wince.
Apparently, those so-called 'bongo drums' were really just the sound of my brain bashing against my skull.
Memories flooded through my thoughts in fragments as I tried to piece together the events of the night before.
"I'd like a cocktail please."
"I'm not drunk. Promise."
"Do you remember it?"
I frowned. If anything, I was more confused now than I was before. The events of last night were still a mystery to me.
Maybe it was for the best though. I had a sinking feeling that I'd done something embarrassing.
The last thing I remembered was ordering a cocktail, and I knew from prior experience that alcohol and I didn't really mix.
The creak of a door broke me out of my thoughts and I looked up to see Gabe strolling into the room with a smile that didn't belong on anybody's face this early in the morning.
He flipped a switch on the side of the wall and the shock of white light that blinded my eyes forced me to shut them instantly.
I let myself spend a couple of seconds with my eyes closed on the off chance that when they reopened he'd be gone and I could keep ignoring the fact that my head felt as if it had been run over by a bus, but I had no such luck.
My eyelids parted and I found him staring at me with... amusement?
"Morning, sunshine." He teased, staring at the scowl on my face and the way I was half-submerged under the bedsheets.
"Go away. Come back in..." I trailed off. "Actually, just don't come back in."
My usually cheerful self was long gone, replaced by the sleep-deprived, hungover version of me. It wasn't a great feeling.
He grinned. That guy actually had the audacity to grin at me. "No can do, sorry."
I forced myself to sit back up and ignore the way my head was still throbbing, my body against the bed's backboard. "And why is that?"
He gave me a funny look. "Because we're leaving in two hours."
Oh.
Oh.
It had completely slipped my mind that today was the day that we were going back to London, so I was eternally grateful for the fact that I had never really unpacked.
