[ Go to the Bar, they said. It will be fun, they said. ] + [ dontmess-withdamien ]
The next day, Damien woke up at noon, no sign of a hangover anywhere. It was practically a miracle for him, but then again, he didn’t drink much from last night. He glanced over at the couch where Kaitlyn was supposed to be at, half-expecting her to be awake already, but wouldn’t be too surprised if he found her still asleep and trying to fight off a headache creeping up on her.
She let out a muffled groan, covering her face with her hands. It would not be much of a surprise if she had a headache now, after last night. Feeling a familiar presence near her, Kaitlyn made herself look behind her shoulder only to see the male. “Mon Dieu, I envy you.” she muttered, facing the couch’s side again, letting out a whimper. Hope you don’t mind if I lie a bit longer …
