Jason groaned low in his throat, pressing his face further into the pillow beneath him. He could barely move. Every muscle ached like he'd been hit by a truck, and when he tried, a low sound escaped his throat. His skull was splitting in two from a pounding headache, and it took great effort before he managed to roll onto his side, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Fuck me,” he grumbled, his mouth disgustingly dry. “No, thank you. I don't roll that way,” a low voice interjected casually. Jason's head snapped off the pillow, his eyes flying open. A sharp pain ripped through his skull at the sudden movement, his vision blurring at the edges. “Fuck!” He lay his head back down, gave the pain a few seconds to subside and his vision to clear, before slowly turning his head toward the voice. Cole sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The curtains were still drawn, shutting out what would've been an impressive view of Zürich. He sat cross-legged, cup of coffee in one h
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