Emily's Point Of View As I weave my way toward the kitchen to make breakfast, a sudden urge pulls me back to check on Peter. The drama of last night lingers in my mind, and I can't shake the feeling that he’s in for a rough morning—a massive hangover of awaits him.The morning sun spills through the curtains, casting its ray upon his face. He's still sleeping. I climb on the bed and sit beside him, staring at him, crossing my arms on my chest. Then his eyelids flicker, and a few moments later, he opens his eyes.He abruptly sits up and backs off, his back smacking the headboard. "You're scaring me," he exclaims, his voice hoarse and thick.I must have looked like a ghost. A vengeful one. "Spill it." I command, narrowing my eyes as I fixate on him. "What?" he rasps, squinting his eyes before squeezing them shut. A curse escapes his lips, and I can almost hear the gears in his head grinding painfully as he grapples with the aftermath of the night before."Last night," I say. "What wa
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