Chapter 89

As the first rays of the morning sun slipped through the gap in the curtains, Elizabeth blinked awake, her head throbbing like someone had jammed a drumset into her skull. Ugh, she and Justine had clearly gone overboard with the drinks last night. Never again. Seriously. She rolled over lazily, ready to sneak in a few more minutes of sleep, stretching one arm out from under the blanket and pulling a leg up to get more comfortable. That's when she froze. Wait... she was in someone's arms? Her reflexes kicked in before logic could. Bam! One solid kick. Thud. "Ow, seriously?!" Alexander sat up from the floor, cradling his head like it might fall off. His face was all scrunched up in pain. "Elizabeth, what the hell? Trying to murder your future husband or what?" he groaned. "Alexander?!" Her brain practically stopped working. What the— She was in bed with him?! Did... did things go down last night? Eyes wide, she caught sight of his bare chest, her memory scrambling to roll back to the eve