Claire

My own grunt woke me up. I opened my eyes and realized why I was so grumpy even before I blinked. I was on my couch and my right arm was locked under my body. I growled under my breath and lifted myself, helping with my left hand.

Massaging my arm, my face twisted into a grimace. Damn, I wasn't an early riser. Especially on the weekends. I huffed and shoved my messy hair away from my face, a few locks entangling around my fingers. When they got pulled, my headache hit me.

“Ow...” I slumped on the couch and squinted. How much did we drink yesterday?

My eyes...