The next morning.
I didn't know sh*t what was happening last night but thank God, I didn't wake up naked on Howie's bed.
However, Howie's shirt did get unbuttoned halfway, and I could only pretend that I saw nothing, I had nothing to do about it, no way was I responsible for any of that.
"Uh... Adel, I have... a spare toothbrush..."
"Thanks, Howie..."
Still, we both occupied the bathroom together, brushed our teeth together, and found ourselves absolutely hungover together, laying around on the king size sofa bed...
"Are we... going to work today...?" mumbled Prince Howie as he lied on the velvet surface face down.
"Don't wanna..."
"But I already used my leave last week... Ugh..."
"Just use it again..."
"How...? Man, you're drunk..."
"No, you--" Though before I could finish my replying sentence, my ass had to get up from the sofa super fast and ran to the toilet - throwing up in front of my prince.
