Alfie's POV~
The morning sun cast golden rays across my face, coaxing me out of the final tendrils of sleep. My eyelids fluttered open, and I sat up slowly in bed, stretching and letting out a deep yawn that made my jaw ache.
Blinking the haze from my eyes, I scanned the room, and my brows knitted together in mild confusion. I was… back in my bedroom?
Wait a second. Last night, I was at the garden with Simon drinking. How in the world did I end up in here? Did I… actually get drunk? Impossible. I never get drunk. Ever. Was I… knocked out? That's absurd. No one could possibly knock me out without me realizing it.
I exhaled a long, slow sigh, rubbing a hand over my face. Swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, my foot collided with something solid.
Frowning, I glanced down and froze.
There, sprawled on the floor like an uninvited stray, was Simon… fast asleep.
