Mismatched_Dreams
Dr-Murdock-Kawfi-013
Mismatched_Dreams
Dr-Murdock-Kawfi-013
Mismatched_Dreams
"I don't remember." Tara said. She picked up the vodka bottle. "I think we got drunk." She said softly.
"Did we...?" He broke off.
Tara rubbed her shoulder and noticed the strap of her bathing suit was broken. "Huh...?" She said and took both sides of the strap and tied them together. She rubbed the side of her head.
"Nevermind." He said, sitting down and holding his head. It was killing him...
Tara sat down and tried to remember what happened the night before. Suddenly images flashed across her minds eye. "Oh god..." She whispered.
"What?" He asked, looking up, He looked miserable because of his headache.