Her first sensation upon waking was a rhythmic pounding just behind her forehead. It wasn't the worst hangover she'd ever woken up to, but she still silently cursed herself for drinking so much the night before. She didn't notice the arm draped over her torso until she tried to lift her hand to her head and found her own arm was trapped beneath it. That's when she realized there was a hand on her breast. Her naked breast. Oh, God, she was naked and so was the man with his chest plastered to her back.
She tried to extricate herself from the embrace as gently as possible to avoid waking her bedmate. After carefully lifting his arm and placing it behind her, she rose from the bed and turned around to get a look at the man she'd, if the not-quite-unpleasant ache in her muscles was any indication, had sex with the night before. The automatic "Oh my God" that escaped her lips was apparently enough to begin to rouse him, because he reached out to the now empty spot on the bed she'd been in moments before.
His eyes fluttered as he muttered her name, "Min?"
Rather than answer him, she panicked. She ran into the bathroom adjoining her childhood bedroom and locked the door behind her. She slid down to the floor, her back against the cold paneling, until she was sitting with her head resting on her knees. Hangover nearly forgotten, she wracked her brain for any memory of the previous night.
There wasn't much she could remember after arriving at the bachelorette party. She knew the night had started out with copious amounts of tequila, which she could only assume had continued. No matter how she tried, she couldn't recall anything after the first few rounds of shots.
Through the door, she heard feet shuffling from the bed toward the bathroom. They stopped on the other side of the threshold, and there was more than a moment's hesitation before she heard a light knock on the door. "Mindy, are you okay?" The uncertainty in his voice almost made her want to cry, but she couldn't bring herself to respond. "Mindy, please talk to me."
Oh, fuck, she thought instead, did I really sleep with Danny Castellano last night?