Jared

In the morning, Jared entered the kitchen, clutching his head. He headed to the coffee machine, not paying any attention to the two women staring at him.

“What the fuck's with that stupid candle in the hallway? It's making my head scream in pain!” he rumbled and massaged his forehead in annoyance.

When he leaned on the counter, waiting for his coffee, and looked at the silent girls, he noticed the expressions on their faces.

“What?” he barked with a small frown.

“This morning...” Amely ventured. “Do you remember it?”

Watching the image on her face change, Jared touched his nose in embarrassment.

“I thought I was dreaming...” he...