When the light streamed through the windows, Mathew rolled over.
‘Ah, cock!’ he moaned.
‘What’s wrong?’ I asked.
‘Too bright,’ he croaked, ducking his head under the covers. ‘Head hurts.’
I clamped my mouth shut, lest I say something I would later regret. My thoughts wandered back to last night, my warnings to him to slow down with his alcohol intake. He’d been slurring his words and draping himself all over the tall, busty blonde. She was Brian’s new girl but when drunk, social norms didn’t seem to bother Mathew.
‘I told you not to drink so much,’ I seethed through clenched teeth. I was irate. He’d embarrassed me, Brian and his girl with the huge silicon-enhanced tits. And himself. Yet now, he was burrowed under the doona with no recollection.
‘You’re an idiot, Mathew,’ I murmured as I threw back the covers. ‘I’m getting breakfast.’