15. Own It

Rosalie

I always assumed the hangover part of too much alcohol was exaggerated sometimes, but right now as I lay in this overly comfy bed - that's definitely too soft to be mine, I want to strangle the source of that noise that's filling my ears.

"What the bloody hell is that crap!" I murmur to myself trying to make out the source with my hands. I grab one of the pillows and place it over my head and I don't miss the sharp, delicious scent of new cologne that fills my nose. I use one hand to hold it in place and the other to search around for my phone. It took a minute, but the noise finally registered first among other things. That horrible noise is my phone.

I find the phone on the other side of the bed and I bring it to my ears after answering the call. "Hello," I grumble. I don't care if I sound rude or sleepy the person should know better for interrupting my sleep so early in the morning.

"Hello, Rosalie!" The voice calls out. This person sounds too chirpy this morning.