I could see two pairs of feet on the other side of the sofa. I sat up and shook Dean, his eyes opened painfully slow, he brought both of his hands up and over his eyes. “What time is it?” He asked. “I don’t know.” I said, looking around at the suite. Tyler and Jessica began to stir on the other side of the couch. Jessica groaned as she stood up and went into the bathroom, her hand on her head. Tyler poked his head around the corner of the couch and grinned at Dean and I before letting his head fall to his folded arms. “Amateurs.” He scoffed playfully. I tried to smile back at him but it probably looked more like a grimace. He laughed as he stood up and held his pants over his front, “Go take a shower, it will help, drink a lot of water.” He sauntered into the bathroom after Jessica, his toned butt catching my attention momentarily and visions of the night before flooded over me.
