A run?

Katherine woke up with a piercing headache. She grimaced, grabbing her head, as she tried to move, but she was stopped by a heavy, warm weight cradling her.

Her brows furrowed as she wondered what the cause might be, so she slowly tilted her head to the side, blinking confusedly as she saw the source; Rock's sleeping face was just an inch away from hers. It was then that the memories of last night started flooding into her head. Her cheeks instantly turned red as she shot up from the bed, almost waking the man with the force she'd used to push his arm away.

She remained still, her palm on her lips and eyes wide with fear as she saw the man move. However, he just rolled onto his stomach and continued to sleep, causing her to exhale in relief.

Embarrassment and regret instantly washed over Katherine the moment she saw their clothes littered around the room. She couldn't remember how they had gotten there in the first place as they were both dead drunk. The only memory she could re