Riley didn't realise what time it was. His eyes slowly opened, thankful they didn't have to adjust to bright glaring sunlight like they often always had to most mornings. He whimpered softly, feeling the background headache accumulate into a pounding throb at his temples.
He drowsily sat up in bed, feeling his muscles ache from what little sleep he had and what a lot he drank the previous night. He couldn't even remember how many he had, but from his guess, a large amount from how rough he felt.
He almost jumped a foot in the air as he felt a hand wrap itself around his wrist, stopping him from getting up to get dressed.
"Come back to bed." A dim yet sultry voice told him.
"I can't." He mumbled out tiredly, although inwardly wanting to stay – just to catch up with his sleep was all he felt like doing, let alone anything other than that.
"Not even for a few minutes?"
He only just realised how nauseous he felt. A tiny sick feeling sank into the pit of his stomach, but he knew it wasn't intending on staying there for very long.
"Not when I've got to work and I'm running late." Who was that, that happened to be in bed with him anyway? He sharply turned round, finding himself gazing into a pair of bright, clear green eyes. "How did you get here?"
"Don't you remember anything about last night?" The well-formed brunette gazed up at him seductively, running her hand up his slender yet slightly muscular arm.
