Luca woke up to sunlight stabbing directly into his skull.
He groaned, rolling onto his side. His mouth tasted like something had died in it. His head pounded in rhythm with his heartbeat.
The bed shifted. A glass of water appeared in his line of vision, held by steady fingers.
"Drink," Noel said.
Luca squinted up at him.
"What time is it?" Luca's voice came out rough.
"Ten thirty."
"Oh god."
"Drink the water."
Luca pushed himself up, wincing at the way the room tilted. He took the glass, drained half of it in one go. The water helped. A little.
"How much did I have?"
"Five beers. Maybe six." Noel sat on the edge of the bed, watching him with barely concealed amusement. "You were very affectionate."
Luca's face heated. "What did I say?"
"That you love me. Repeatedly. You also told me I was pretty."
"I tell you that sober."
"I know. But drunk you really wanted to make sure I knew." Noel's smile widened. "You kissed my face about seventeen times."
"Only seventeen?"
