"Unbelievable, I think you stole my friend. It was always me who brought her magical hangover remedies," Mason says, crossing his arms as if nothing had happened last night.

"Well, you see, I'm adorable. It was impossible for it not to happen," I reply, lying back down.

"You have to sleep for that hour for it to take effect. Actually, I think I'll do the same. I still feel sleepy. I'm sorry for lying on top of you like Sarah said. She's not aware of what she's saying," Mason says, blushing, as he lies down next to me, both of us staring at the ceiling of the room.

"Don't worry, it's fine," I reply, closing my eyes.

I try to find a comfortable position to sleep, but nothing seems to work. I turn around and face away from Mason. I hear him say something that I don't quite understand until I feel his fingers in my hair.

"This usually relaxes a lot," he says, moving his fingers through my hair, causing me to involuntarily moan from how good it feels.

"I'm sorry," I say with a tired voice