The first time Aria Sterling ever drank, she ended up with a hangover. She was startled awake by an intensely cold presence.
The moment she opened her eyes, she was hit with a splitting headache. Her stomach was also incredibly unsettled, as if someone were violently churning it with a stick.
She pushed herself up, only to realize she was clutching something. Turning her head, she saw it was a man's wrist.
Her gaze followed the arm, landing on Landon Hawthorne, who was still asleep, slumped over the edge of her bed.
Aria Sterling couldn't help but frown.
She had been quite drunk last night and had no memory of what had happened.
This was her room, so Landon must have brought her back.
'Did he really sleep like that all night?'
Aria let go of his wrist and gave him a gentle push.
Landon slowly came to. Seeing Aria already sitting up, he asked, "You're awake. Does your head hurt? I'll go have Uncle Carter make you some sobering-up tea."
