From the gap made between the drapes, a beam of sunshine shone across Emma's face. She slowly opened her eyes but squinted from the brightness of the sunshine.
Her hands pressed against the bed to help her sit upright. She bowed her head low as her back left the bed, and massaged her forehead with her fingertips, groaning from a terrible headache from all the booze she consumed the other night. She took a short breath after a long while and dropped her hands.
She looked around her surroundings and her heart started beating fast of how familiar the place looks. She slowly looked down at herself and immediately covered her mouth because she was naked. This time she screamed when she looked down at a naked Killian sleeping on his back. He awoke from her screaming and his reaction resembled the same as hers. She wrapped the first layer of the bed sheet around her, and got off the bed.
"Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit." She cursed under her breath. She squatted down and picked up her clothes. "Did..Did we real had sex last night? Oh God, I can't believe it."
Killian raked his hand through his hair, closing his eyes to think back what happened the other night. "...I bloody don't remember. Huh, but Emma, we were fucked up, drunk and, clearly, not ourselves. It..It was a damn mistake." As he opened his eyes, Emma lifted the bed sheet up to her chin.
"Don't look."
"I've already seen everything before. Even touched..and tasted."
"Eyes closed. I need to go - ugh!" She breathed out through her mouth and took a whiff of her foul morning breath. "Do you have an extra toothbrush? I can't go to work like this."
She gathered her clothes in her arms and ran to the bathroom. While she performed her business privately, Killian slipped his boxers on.
The only thing that he could think of was how he impulsive he was the other night. He simply could have left that bar and things wouldn't have ended like last night.
He ended with her. Sleeping with her after a bad break up only makes things complicated, not only for him, but for her to, according to her hard efforts of moving on without him being in her life.
He approached the bathroom and leaned against the side of the door that's wide open. Emma is already dressed and brushing her teeth firercely.
"Don't you think we need to talk about this, though?"
She took the toothbrush out of her mouth and spit some of the bubbly toothpaste out. She licked her lips and took a moment to pause, her eyes remained low down at the sink.
"There's nothing to talk about. Like you said, we were drunk and the alcohol turned us to different people. It happens to everyone who goes uneasy in a damn bar. Just forget it..I-It was a mistake, like you said. A fucked up mistake."
"And you're positive that's the way you want to conclude?"
She nodded and placed the toothbrush back in her mouth, brushing the rest of the areas of her teeth.
"Good, then. Suppose that is best for us..I'm going to make some coffee. Do you want some?"
Emma shook her head.
"Alright. Goodbye, then."
~ "Where the bloody hell have you been?" Amy asked with a hand on her hip.
Killian tossed his jacket at her and took his camera from her hands. "Had a rough night. Too much rum."
"As your secretary, don't be late like this, ever."
"Am I ever?" He asked coyly.
"You are now. Just go. Your models have been waiting for you for nearly an hour. Go a little on them today, too. They have the right to get pissed off this time, for once."
"Yes, ma'am."
In the studio, Killian rounded up the models where he wanted and the crew checked on the lighting for a second time before the shooting started. Killian directed the models where he wants them and how he wants them to pose as he took the pictures.
But in his mind, more than his main focus on the photos, he can't stop thinking of the glorious evening he spent with Emma. It was a guilty thing they did the other night. But it was still sex, a wild process where the exploration of both the partners' bodies are learned through the entire night, in their case, a familiar process that they yearned to do since the breakup.
It is undeniable that he truly does still carry feelings for Emma, and last night was absolutely pleasurable and unforgettable for the man. But an end to a relationship cannot be taken lightly, especially from the situation he's stuck in. He made his decision to end things with her. How could he get back with her, expecting her to give him a second chance?
In conclusion for the final time, last night, as she and Killian himself concluded, was a big mistake. Period.
~ Emma changed into her nurse uniform and ran out of the changing room. By the time she reached to her department, she was caught by some of the workers of her obvious tardy.
Lily walked up to her and grabbed her by the arm. She works in the same department as Emma and also one of her close friend.
"Where the hell were you?"
"Got drunk last night and..fell asleep for a little too long."
Lily's eyebrows raised. "A little? You're two hours late."
"I know. I just wanted a little fun. Didn't plan on getting drunk and puke in public? God, on my way here, I made a kid drop his ice cream cone after witnessing what I did behind a damn tree."
"Well, take it as a lesson. It's work time now."
"Believe me. This is one lesson I will never forget."
