Lola’s pov,

When Lola woke up, she felt like her head was run over by a truck. She really should not drink that much anymore. She staggered out of bed trying to get to the kitchen to drink some water for her dry throat. She gobbled down 3 glasses of water when she noticed Noah standing at the counter looking at her with his eyebrows lifted.

“Thirsty?”

Lola just moaned and dropped her head on the counter, “Urghh my head hurts. I am never going to drink again. Don’t even remember how I got home.”

Noah took a bite of his sandwich and said, “I carried you home.”

He looked...