Marcus slowly opened his eyes, groggily taking in his surroundings. He was in Sophia’s bedroom, but he had no memory of how he got there. His head was pounding, and his mouth felt dry and sour.
As he sat up, a wave of nausea washed over him, and he fell back onto the bed, clutching his stomach.
"Sophia," he called out, his voice weak.
Sophia rushed into the room, a look of concern etched on her face. "Marcus, what's wrong?" she asked.
Marcus tried to speak, but his voice was hoarse. He pointed to his stomach, and Sophia's eyes widened in understanding.
"You're hungover," she said, rushing to get him a glass of water.
As Sophia helped Marcus sit up and drink the water, he felt a wave of relief wash over him. But it was short-lived, as another wave of nausea hit him, and he leaned over the side of the bed, throwing up.
Sophia quickly grabbed a trash can and held Marcus's hair back as he vomited. She was surprised by how gentle and caring she felt toward Marcus, despite their complicated
