Welcome to another Weekend Writing Warriors. Continuing straight on from my heroine’s precarious head in the toilet with hangover from hell in Las Vegas scenario from last week. Can you see where this is going? I bet you can.
Apologies for not being around to comment last week due to the deadline for this MS crushing my soul and my laptop getting smashed. Don't ask, it wasn't pretty. Looking forward to visiting your blogs and commenting this week. Here's the link to last week's if you'd like to catch up.
I sat up and pushed my greasy blonde hair out of my eyes. His blurry face loomed closer. Quick smart, I slapped a hand over my mouth because my breath had to be hideous.
“Hi,” I mumbled.
My dry eyes acclimatized and slowly he swam into focus. The boy was built and beautiful and strangely familiar. But I’d never met anyone like him. Impossible.