It had felt good to let loose yesterday, but the morning after … I’d never felt like this and I definitely would never drink as much again. Making my way over to the table, I clung to my cup as if it was my lifeline. I trudged toward the coffee-maker and poured myself a long black. Nevio and Greta were busy picking at the food cubes on the plates in front of them. Remo’s mouth pulled into his twisted grin. I tried to return the gesture but only managed a grimace. She barely glanced up and gave me a weak smile. When I stepped into the kitchen, Serafina was hunched over the table, looking like a zombie. Nino was already gone, I guessed for his morning swim because it was already ten. Holding my temple, I stumbled out of the bedroom. Every time light met my eyes a sharp pain slashed through my brain. I nodded groggily against his chest, then my vision turned black. “Tomorrow,” he murmured and picked me up gently. I fell back on the chair, moaning and giggling., completely overwhelmed and also increasingly dizzy. Nino nodded, his eyes focused on his fingers, and my toes began to curl at his hungry look.
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