"Ah! Damn!"
We hit the floor, completely trashed. My vision was spinning and I was seeing double. My husband didn't seem to have any strength left either, so we both just collapsed. I grimaced and pushed him off because he was pinning me down.
"I’m never drinking again," he whispered, struggling to sit up. We overdid it. His friends really ruined the vibe. Our first night was supposed to be special, but here we are, and we haven't even started. Nothing happened yet, but my whole body already aches.
When he finally got to his feet, he helped me up. I was ready to head straight for the big bed to crash, but he pulled me back.
"Let’s go to the bathroom," he suggested with a grin, squeezing my arm.
"Are you sure? Can we even handle it?"
"What? Of course!"
"Okay, help me with the zipper
