Chapter 185: Holy Shit
** Harper **
It probably should be no surprise that hangovers are super unpleasant ... especially when one comes with the mortifying realization of what you’ve said while drunk.
Harper woke up the next morning with a royal headache, as she vaguely remembered someone warning her of. Clutching the crinkled blanket, she sat up in bed groggily and squeezed her throbbing skull, wondering when or how she managed to get back to her room. Her memories were a blurry haze ... How come she thought she never succeeded in opening that difficult door lock? And how come she couldn’t recall getting into bed at all?
Then, slowly and horrifyingly, bits and pieces of the previous night began to seep back into her head.
Oh.
Oh dear God.
No no no no no.
It couldn’t be real ... Those scenes that were slowly starting to return to her consciousness couldn’t be real! Had she really been so drunk that she told Eli she liked "the process of making babies" with him? That she was aware of how loud they were doing the deed? That she ... enjoyed it when he sucked on her—
How did such words even come out of her mouth?!