"Hmm." Groaning, the early morning sunshine penetrated through the window and rested lightly on Lilith's cheeks, jolting her out of her sleep. Her hands teased her sleepy eyes till there was no sleep left in her eyes. She raised her head up from the broad chest of Vincent, the solace she had, although the night.
Her eyes wandered around his body, and she felt the same feeling as yesterday surging through her. The slight squeeze of her waist jolted her from her nasty imagination. Slowly, she pulled Vincent's hands away from her waist and dashed into the bathroom, all the memories of last night playing freshly in her head, followed by a banging headache.
"Oh, I'm never drinking again, my head hurts!" she lamented.
