Meeting Rich Women And Champions; Worth The Hangover
Day 223 of The Andie Chronicles
I didn't care that my mouth had a thick coating from all the red wine I devoured the night before.
I didn't care that my head pounded and my stomach felt as if it was twisted in a sharp knot. I didn't care if I made a fool of myself coming home, throwing my clothes all over Cooper's hallway until I eventually reached his bedroom.
Naked, no less.