In the morning,
Zander stirred in his sleep. Some vague memories from last night disturbed his slumber. He couldn't do anything more than open his eyes, lift his weight on his left elbow, and look at the bright rays of the sun that were sneaking into his bedroom.
"Ugh... Gosh. My head!" His fingers pressed against his scalp; there was a throbbing, ringing ache, spreading all across his skull like it was hammered a dozen times.
He let his head fall on the pillow again since his weak elbow, precisely weak due to the morning sickness with a bad hangover, went flat on the mattress.
He rested on his stomach while he struggled to recall what happened last night. The last thing he remembered was exiting the club after he watched Valen and Ryley in the corner of the club, kissing and cuddling!
What happened after that? He could not remember anything.
“Ughh, this is crazy.” He hissed, holding his hair in his hands and gritted his teeth.
Zander was unable to recall where he ended up after leaving the club and how he reached home. His brain was not in the condition to help him recall anything.