Chapter 53 The Morning After

• The morning sun, usually a gentle awakening, felt more like a sledgehammer to Edwin's temples as it streamed through the partially open curtains. He groaned, his mouth feeling like it had been stuffed with cotton balls soaked in tequila. As he tried to move, he became acutely aware of a weight on his chest and a tangle of limbs that definitely weren't all his own.
• Blinking blearily, Edwin found himself face-to-face with a snoring Kimberly, whose head was nestled firmly in the crook of his neck. They were sprawled across Edwin's king-sized bed in a position that defied the laws of comfort, still fully clothed in their rumpled attire from the night before.
• "Kim," Edwin croaked, his voice sounding like gravel in a blender. "Kim, wake up. You're drooling on my favorite shirt."