Drunk on the Past

Stella

The morning light creeping through the slits of the blinds pulls me from sleep. There’s a throbbing ache nestled behind my eyes, a telltale sign of last night’s overindulgence in wine.

I prop myself up on one elbow, the room swaying slightly, and my gaze lands on the bedroom door. Beyond it, I know he’s still there. Vance, sleeping on my couch.

Last night feels like a haze, but it slowly b