Page 55 of Mr. Almost

As far as I’m concerned, it doesn’t get much better than this.

Chapter

Eleven

OLIVIA

Groaning,I roll over onto my stomach and bury my head under the pillow.

Fucking cheap wine.

It gets me every time.

I swear I am never drinking it again. Then again, I say that every time.

My mind starts to clear a little when I realize that I’m not on the couch. I’m on something else. Not more comfortable, per se, but there’s nothing poking me in the back.

Taking a deep breath, I let out another moan.

A male chuckle makes me tense. It takes a moment for me to recognize the sound.

Mason.

“Welcome to the land of the living,” he teases.

I pull the blanket higher. Maybe just maybe I can pretend like I’m somewhere else.

The smell of coffee makes me whimper.

I want it. It won’t cure my headache, but it will take the edge off. Pulling the blanket down a little, I open my eyes.

Mason smiles when he sees me.

“Good morning, sunshine.”

“You’re way too chipper. Coffee, I need coffee,” I grumble. Turning over, I realize I’m on an air mattress.

Part of last night comes back to me. Stumbling up the stairs. Him helping me wash up. Knowing I should get on the couch but climbing into bed with him instead.

I would facepalm myself right now if it wouldn’t make this already embarrassing situation worse.

“Well, then you’re in luck. I have the best cup right here in my hands, waiting for you,” he says as he holds up a cup.

I reach out to take it, only Mason pulls it back.

Mason tsks. “You can’t drink laying down.”

I start to roll my eyes and instantly regret it.

Everything hurts.

Reluctantly, I fight my way out from under the pillow and sit up.

“Happy now?” I grumble.

Mason chuckles, sending little shock waves through my body.

“I am,” he says as he hands over the cup that’s as big as my head.

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