Lawyer

My eyelashes tickled the tops of my cheekbones as I tried to open my eyes, but the sunlight streaming in from the windows had me snapping them shut instantly.

Reaching up, I massaged my temples, feeling a steady throbbing behind my eyes.

Rolling to my right, I rolled right off the bed, groaning as I hit plush carpet.

Carpet?

My eyes shot open as I glanced around the room. This isn’t my room. Or even in my house.

The door swung open, and Shawn sleepily stumbled inside, “Did you fall?”

Oh, God... No. No. Nooooo.

I drank too much last night and the last thing I remember was getting into Shawn’s car.

He must have seen the panic in my eyes because he shook his head, “This is my hotel room. I slept out on the couch,” he massaged the back of his neck, offering me a smile.

I breathed a sigh of relief, “I’m so sorry,” I started, but he cut me off, “Don’t be sorry. You can use my bed any time you need it,” he winked, “Want some coffee?”

“Please,” I pushed myself up from the flo