The following day, I woke up in Kade’s bed with a severe hangover. I let out a feeble groan, rolling over toward Kade’s side of the bed.

“There's Advil on the nightstand,” Kade mumbled, his eyes still closed.

Letting out a small huff, I sat up on the edge of the bed and began digging through the stand drawer. I pulled out the medicine bottle taking two tablets. As I fell back into the bed, Kade wrapped an arm around me, pulling me towards his warm body. ...