The Hangover

She didn’t remember falling asleep, but it wasn’t surprising that after such thorough exhaustion and feeling so safe in Roman’s arms that she had fallen deeply into sleep. The alcohol helped along the way, but would eventually have its revenge in the morning. As Roman began to stir Lil was still deep in slumber, her mind not quite realizing yet how much the dehydration and the previous night would affect her. The young woman would have slept there on into the afternoon had Romulus remained stationary.

The sound of his voice calling to her softly pulled her from the deep heavy sleep she was in. Dreamless but blissful as the morning drew on. Her garnet gaze blinked open foggily as Roman nuzzled her cheek and coaxed her to wakefulness. She groaned softly, a combination of the sudden light sensitivity, the headache behind her eyes, the soreness of her slender body. "Do we have to?” She mumbled softly, simultaneously rubbing one eye sleepily while she buried the other half of her face into his fur. She didn’t care about the rules they were breaking or the worried wolves back in the pack, all that held her attention was the way she felt after all that wine.

Everything else about their trip here had been perfect. The gorgeous skies, the beautiful weather, and the impressive falls right beside them. More than that was how they had taken the next steps in their relationship together. Their hearts and their bodies were fully connected in ways far deeper than words could say. If she hadn’t known before last night she was certain now. Roman was her other half, and she wondered if he was suffering like she was. "Why do I feel so bad?” She whimpered while making no move to actually get up.


"Speech"