“God, what are you? Part Irish?” I grumbled.

“Now that you mention it, my mum is half Irish. Now get up. I know you want to sleep all day. But you told me yesterday you have work to do. Besides, I'm dying to hear about you and that smoking guy you were talking to at the bar. Sophie already filled me in. I can’t believe I missed such a great party.”

Eventually, I sat up and took the mug from Faith. I took a tentative sip. The bitter, fizzy liquid burned my tongue and throat, but the moment it hit my stomach, the rumbling and nausea quieted. I stared into the mug, surprised.

Faith just smirked. “Told you so. See, not all that bad.”

“I can’t believe that actually worked.”

After dragging myself out of bed and a quick round in the bathroom with my toothbrush and mouthwash, I felt marginally better. Not to mention, I was starving. When I padded into the kitchen, the duvet clutched around me and my bunny slippers shuffling, I parked myself on one of the stools at the island. Faith placed a heaping plate of fried eggs, sausage and baked beans with toast in front of me. “Damn, Faith, you didn’t have to make so much food. And you didn’t have to cook for me.”

“Well, I wanted to celebrate your first hangover morning. And I remembered your mushroom allergy. And don’t get used to this. It's about the only thing I can cook.”

“Thank you for remembering. And don't worry. I can handle cooking.”

Faith grinned. “I remember from school. If it hadn’t been for you, I might have starved in Uni.”

I tucked into the feast and nearly moaned with pleasure as I chewed my sausage. “Faith, this is exactly what I needed.”

“Glad to hear it. Now spill. I want all the details.”

I had already made up my mind to keep things with Lex on the down low. At least for now. It was probably nothing anyway. Just a one-night kismet kind of thing. And to be frank, I was so not ready for it to be anything anyway. “Not much to tell. I had too much to drink.” I pointed at my head with my fork. “Hung out on the rooftop for a bit. The guy at the bar was actually Xander Chase. He was there to photograph the party.”

Faith scowled. “Xander Chase was there in person? And I missed it to stay home and plan for the new Calice product? Coffee-flavored Vodka, yuck. Please tell me there was snogging.”

Oh God. “What? Between me and Xander? No!” I laughed.

“Bit of a shame though. From the pictures I’ve seen of him, he’s well fit.”

“There is that word again. I get the feeling I'm taking it in the wrong context.”

Faith frowned. “What? Fit?”