Hung over. It was 5pm when my eyes finally opened. The throbbing in my head was so bad that I would gladly pay someone to take a jackhammer to my head if it would mask the pain. Once the haze lifted, the room came into picture. It was unfamiliar for a second before the panic attack set in. I was in HIS place!
We had spent the night out drinking a lot. There were five of us. We went out for karaoke and drinks at a local bar. The fun lasted all the way into the morning. We had somehow walked to some place and I do not remember how I got into his bed. I instinctively looked for my clothes, made sure I had every piece of clothing on before I got out of the covers. I was about to call out, but I wasn't even sure he was home. I felt stupid. I quietly walked out into the living room and towards the door.
"Sleep well?"
I almost let out a scream. I hadn't expected him to be there. I actually had no idea what I expected. I turned around, suddenly blushing furiously. I was embarrassed and scared at the same time. I didn't have full recollection of the night. I so wanted to know. I didn't want him thinking that I was a stupid slut. I wouldn't normally have cared. It was just him. I did care what he thought of me.
He was standing there with ruffled hair, a faded grey tee and sweatpants. He had a day old beard. There was a coffee mug in his hand. He was looking at me slightly amused. His eyes had a soft gaze. I thought they wandered below my shoulder quickly before connecting with my eyes. He was waiting for me to respond.
"I did. Where are the rest of them?" I asked.
"We dropped them off yesterday night, don't you remember?"
"Oh yeah.. right!" I pretended. "I should probably get home now, see you later?"
"Cool!" he waved casually.
I hung my head and quickly got out of his door. I wanted so badly to know what happened. What if I was bad? Why would he say 'cool'? Did that mean that he didn't like it? Did I fall asleep before doing anything? Did we do anything at all?
I tried to smell my clothes to see if there was atleast a trace of his aftershave. Nothing. I told myself to calm down. What was the worst that could have happened? My thoughts wandered away. I imagined his perfectly toned body over mine. His lips brushing against mine. His hands holding my waist and slowly sliding up my shirt. His day old beard against my collar as he kissed my neck...
"You dropped your keys!" My neighbor called behind me. I snapped out of my day dream and thanked him politely. I let out a sigh and told myself that I needed a long shower.
My roommate stepped out of the tub as I walked into the bathroom. I could see water from her hair trickle into her cleavage. She grabbed her robe and wrapped it around her.
"You don't look too good"
"I think I spent the night at his place" I replied smugly without looking at her in the eye.
"Tell me all about it!!" She took my hand and hurried me into the bedroom.
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It was past 9pm. I had downed 4 mugs of coffee and finished my shower. My roommate and me had been over every single possibility. I could still not get over it. My thoughts kept going back to him. I suddenly realized that I was feeling very aroused. I looked down my shirt. My nipples had perked up. I was all alone in the room. My roommate was driving to her sister's place for the break. I loosened my shorts and was getting into the covers when the phone rang.
I decided to ignore it. I just couldn't resist looking at it after the fourth ring. It was him!
My heart was threatening to leap out of my chest. I steadied myself and tested my voice before I answered. "Hey. You feel better?" his voice was so masculine.
"Yep."
"You didn't look so good when you left"
"I was just hung over." I didn't want to talk much. I thought that if I pretended to be distant, he would think I am cool and not slutty.
"Would you wanna watch a movie with me?"
I was so confused. I could feel my brain overheating with the huge volume of emotions it was processing. I was immensely tempted.