Disclaimer: I don't own Pretty Little Liars, though I wish I did.
I opened my eyes to exactly 7 water spots on the ceiling. This fact alone told me that I didn't sleep in my own bed the night prior. I soon realized that I wasn't alone in the double bed.
A naked hairy arm was snaked around my middle. Panic started to well in my stomach. Who was this? What had happened last night? Where was I? Why couldn't I remember?
A pounding in my head provided a an answer to one of these questions. Was I drunk last night?
Yeah, I guess I had been... I turned around to face Caleb and the panic heightened. Did I sleep with him? I looked down at my body, wearing a tee-shirt that I didn't recognize, and my panties.
I slowly slid under his arm, trying not to wake him. I managed it and found my jeans, tank top and jacket on the floor... I silently backed out of the room and closed the door behind me... I breathed a sigh of relief at the worn oak...
"Aria?" I heard Caleb call... I didn't answer and I slinked away.