"Where do you think you're going?" came Greg's voice from where his face was burried into Lisa's head.
"What?" she asked innocently.
"I felt you move; you're about to get up to go to work," he replied. "Don't go,"
"I have to,"
"You were up at 3 this morning with a headache and period pain, do you really think you should be going to work?"
"I'm fine, Greg. If you hadn't noticed, I'm already over my hangover."
"Just wait till you stand up," he smirked, but Lisa felt it.
"I'm ready to prove you wrong,"
"Wanna bet?"
"Okay?" she asked, daring him to come up with something to bet.
"If you stand and feel faint,...
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