The Morning After the Night Before

Preface

I opened my eyes. Woah. I closed them again pretty damn quickly. My mouth was as dry as cotton wool and my head was pounding. I think the phrase 'pissed as a fart' was pretty conclusive of my night. Honestly, I've said this numerous times, but I will never, ever drink again. And this time, I mean it.

I risked opening my eyes again, this time just a small crack and started when I saw the legs entwined over mine on the bed. Oh no. No, no, no, no, no, no. This cannot be happening to me.

I was being so good, just to win this stupid bet and now, I've blown it in one stupid night. I was so busted. Unless … I could leave now and no one would ever know. This girl, well she probably wouldn't remember ever having met me and Emmett, well he's probably at some girl's house without even realising where I ended up. I could just pretend that I ended up at home, tucked up safe in my bed.

Yes, that's what I'm going to do. My plan is set. I lifted my head up to try and manoeuvre my way out from this girls grip and I froze. She stirred beneath me. Shit.

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