Damon 

After Roxanne threw up on me, I took off my clothes, as I didn’t want to be drenched in vomit. I returned to the room and discovered she had thrown up on herself again and was sleep-talking.

The sight made me chuckle instead of being irritated; she was such a silly girl, drinking to the extent of getting drunk even when she knew she had a low alcohol tolerance.

I looked at the sleeping figure on the bed. Thankfully, she didn’t throw up on the bed. I walked towards the bed and ...