Connor
"Mate," I felt a gentle nudge to my shoulder, pulling me out of my dreamless sleep. The ache in my heart coming back immediately leaving me unable to breathe. "Mate, wake up."
I tried to hum in response but found myself unable too. My throat feeling swollen and my eyes no better. Dried tears still on my face as I forced my eyes open and wished they didn't. "Hmm," I grunted as I rolled onto my back and looked up to the ceiling. No longer did I see my cement washed ones but rather Gabe's pristine white with a dainty chandelier hanging off it. I always called it woman's decor and he called me a brute.
"Come on before I pour a bucket of water over you," Gabe chuckled and helped me up so I could drink a glass of water. "Looks like you had a party last night."
I looked around the guestroom I was occupying and cringed when I saw the bottles of wine and beer cans scattered around. Surely enough for a party fifteen than one. "I'll clean it up sorry."
