Talk of the Town by Rachael Ogle EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Rachael Ogle
- Language: English
- Genre: Romantic Comedy
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GEMMA
Pain. Searing, aching, throbbing pain. Everywhere. There isn’t an inch of
my body that doesn’t feel like it’s been hit by a train. Especially my brain. It
feels the worst of all. I try to roll over, but nausea threatens to bring up
every bit of the copious amounts of alcohol I consumed last night. And it
must’ve been tons, because I remember nothing. Every single moment after
Brew and I left the restaurant and started playing craps at that casino is a
total blank.
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I shift my hips and I’m greeted with a wholly different kind of pain. Not
an unpleasant pain in the least, but the familiar ache of vigorous sex. I try to
remember if I had sex, but I draw a blank. Attempting to clear away some
of the brain fog, I drag my hand down my face and something snags on my
nose ring.
Something metal.
I dare to squint, praying it’s not as bright as I suspect it will be when I
open my eyes. I examine my left hand through barely parted lids and see
something glint on my finger. My ring finger. And despite my blinding
headache and roiling guts from my apparent hangover—or hell, maybe I’m
still a little drunk—I open my eyes wide and focus on my hand.
Why the fuck is there a gold band on my finger?
I’m awake now. More awake than I’ve ever been in my life. I still can’t
sit up, because I know I’ll puke. I try to rack my brain for any explanation
other than the fantastical scenario I’m working up in my mind as to why I’d
be wearing what looks like a wedding band.
And that’s when I hear it. Snoring. Next to me in the bed. My heart
pounds and I will my brain to tell me what is going on. I’m praying to all
that is holy that I’m hallucinating because Brew and I made a spontaneous
trip out to the desert and we’re tripping on shrooms and I’m having some
sort of extremely detailed fever dream.
But then, my bedmate moves and the mattress squeaks and I know I’m
not alone and it’s not all a dream. And having the confirmation that I’m not
alone sends sharp pangs of fear to my stomach and it knots up, threatening
to puke for a completely different reason than the lingering alcohol in my
system.
Just get it over with, Gemma. Find out who you slept with. You can
totally laugh about it when you’re sober. You and Brew can share horror
stories about this weekend when you get home and you can tell all your
listeners about your wild, drunken night at the radio broadcasters
convention.
I blow out a steadying breath and try to roll over without moving my
head; which is exactly as difficult as you think it would be. It seems to take
hours to get my pounding brain to cooperate with my aching limbs—
seriously, that must have been some really excellent sex.
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