Chapter 1: Morning After
Emma's head pounded. She felt the softness of the bed but this one was different. She could've sworn she had gone home last night. Emma stretched, her eyes still closed. When she brought her hands down she could feel something hard hit her right hand. Her eyes quickly opened. Though the man's body was turned she recognized that set of hair anywhere. She found herself becoming more alert.
Emma looked at her surroundings and then at the covers that were placed over her and her bed buddy. Emma grimaced but she had to know. She peeked underneath and her worst fears were confirmed. She discreetly got out of the bed, wrapping herself with the top comforter and began looking for her clothes.
"Morning," said Neal as he turned to face her, "What are you doing?"
Emma froze over the fact she had been caught, "I have to go," she answered.
"Now," he asked. "Come on, stay. We can order in."
"Can't. Where are my-,"
Neal pulled out his hand from the bed to reveal some blue laced panties. He just smiled.
Emma took them from him. "Don't. This isn't cute," she said getting dressed.
"Emma, what happened-,"
"Didn't," she answered. "I was drunk."
"No you were plain sober, we both were. You were just angry."
"Fine, you weren't, I was."
"Yeah sure if you want to call being drunk on hot cocoa then by all means," he said mockingly.
Emma picked up her jacket and shoes and opened the door.
"Will I see you later," Neal asked.
"I don't know, maybe," said Emma.
She had wanted to say no but given what a small town Storybrooke was it was unlikely that she could escape him for long. Right now she couldn't get out of the room fast enough. For a quick moment she leaned against the door and took a breath, then realized this might not be the best place or time to get a moment to herself since Neal might decide to follow her at any second.