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~ HAZEL ~

Squinting my eyes, I stretched my arms out with a yawn. It soon felt as though my head had been hit with a large block, but it was only a headache.

“Shit,” I held the side of my head, groaning. “Why did I have to drink so much?”

“Exactly! You threw up in my car.” Tristan’s voice made me snap awake completely.

I jerked to sit up straight, staring at him like he was a burglar trying to steal my bra or something. When did he get here? How did I arrive home last night?

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked, holding back a smile.

“Why… you… aren’t… I thought… what hap—”

“Jeez, calm down.” He placed his laptop on the nightstand and shifted closer to me. ”What? Why do you look so surprised?”

“It’s—”

He wrapped his arms around my waist, causing me to flinch.

“What’s wrong with you?”