When I woke up in Gray's bed after my birthday, the naïve part of me was sure she'd greet me with a good morning kiss and we'd effortlessly start a brand-new chapter in our relationship. Expectations were rarely ever met by reality though... Instead of kissing me, once her eyes fluttered open, she rushed to our bathroom. In less than thirty seconds, she was kneeling in front of our toilet, heaving and retching.

According to her, it was the worst hangover of her life. Which, to me, seemed factual since she'd looked, sounded and acted like she was on the brink of death. Seeing how she'd behaved while violently hungover...