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I am embarrassed to say that I fell asleep. No, I'm not joking. Yes, I'm being serious. That wine must have hit me harder than I thought.

The light in the room is dimmed, to which I am grateful. I open my eyes to discover a white ceiling above me. When I turn left, I see that the black curtains are drawn. Wait a second...

I sit up in a flash, receiving a painful twitch deep inside my head, "Fuck," it takes me a minute to squeeze away the pain. I open my eyes again, looking around slower this time.

Eric's bedroom.

My heart starts pounding in my chest as the memories flood back. I remember laughing... and eating dessert... but nothing else after that. Weird.

Over to my right, the bed is empty. And then I see a flash of red under my chin. My dress.

I slept with my dress on? Under the sheets? Oh, my God this is so inappropriate.

The smell of cooked bacon flushes into my nose, making me smirk. I wonder what time it is. Obviously, it's morning. Unfortunately. Ugh, I wish I hadn't drank so much.

I slip out of the satin sheets that hold a strong smell of cologne. On the edge of the bed I find a large black bath robe. Eric's. I can't resist. I put it on over my dress and tie it around my waist. It also smells of cologne, but it's musky.

A clatter comes from the kitchen- and by the sounds and the smells I gather that he is making breakfast. So I follow the stimuli, ignoring the dulling ache in my head. When I get to the kitchen, I see Eric with his phone to his ear, a grin on his face.

"I'll be there in an hour, baby," with his other hand he stirs the food in the frying pan, "No, I promise."

I smile and lean against the door frame, knowing exactly who he is talking to. Shortly, he hangs up and looks over at me, the sweatpants and shirt snug on his body.

"Good morning," he says, switching off the stove. His eyes linger on mine as he walks up to me, hands ready to touch. He pulls me closer by the robe, not hesitating before pressing his lips against mine.

I moan softly, wrapping my arms around his neck. It's like we fit together perfectly. Like two puzzle pieces. There is no space between us.

He tugs away a part of the robe over my neck, revealing flesh of my collarbone. Then he kisses it, nuzzling my neck. I chuckle softly, gripping his shoulders, "Eric, what happened?"

"We went on a date-"

"No, I know," I pull away, getting a short kiss on the lips, "I mean... why was I in your bed?"

Eric chuckles, pressing his forehead against mine as we sway to silent music, "Well... you ate your dessert and then passed out on the couch."

I raise my eyebrows.

"So I had to tuck you in... I wouldn't want to leave you on the couch now, would I?"

He kisses me again, sliding his hand down my back. I feel like my face is going to explode from the rush of blood.

"I hope you can agree that this is your fault,"

Eric laughs, raising his eyebrows, "My fault?!"

"You are the one who gave me the dodgy wine!" I step back, folding my arms over my chest.

"Are you saying that there is something wrong with my wine?" his eyebrows furrow, but the smile remains.

"We didn't..." I pause, glancing down, "We didn't...-"

"No, we didn't," he confirms. And a massive weight lifts off my chest. Don't get me wrong, I really want to get in his pants. But what would be the point if I can't remember it? "I hope you like bacon and eggs."

"I do," taking a seat at the table, the sun from the window points its laser right at my face. Which reminds me, "Do you have any pain killers?"

Eric is silent for a long moment. Then he chuckles, "Hangover?"

"You have no idea."

He places the plate of breakfast in front of me before going over to a small cupboard and taking out a box of Advil. I swallow the tablets before digging into the eggs. He joins me shortly after, his meal ten times larger than mine.

"Coffee?"

"Yes, please," I grin.

He kisses my temple and makes us both a cup of coffee. He then tells me about Violet and how she expects him to pick her up within an hour.

"She hates it," he says, "I don't think she's growing up to be a sociable person."

Well, what does he expect? Can't force a bunch of monkeys make friends with a tigress.

SHSHSHSHSH

"Thanks for the ride," I say, unbuckling my seat belt. Eric rests his arm on the steering wheel, grinning at me. He's also chewing gum. I don't know why, but I am sooo turned on.

"When will I see you again?"

"Err... Monday?" We both laugh until I shake my head, "Thank you again... for last night."

He shrugs, changing his gear to one, "No problem."

I reach over and kiss him, enjoying the way his hand finds its way under my jumper. He has let me borrow it. He wouldn't let me return home in this dress. Even though I am wearing it underneath.

"What about your jumper?"

"You can keep it," he whispers, letting his lips linger on mine. I laugh softly, closing my eyes and listening to the silence of the car salon... our breathing heavy from all the breathing we missed out on from a last minute make-out, "Tris..."

"What?"

"If Violet asks," he pauses, licking his lips, "Don't mention what happened last night."

"What do you mean?" I furrow my eyebrows, intertwining our fingers together. He squeezes my hand.

"You know how she is," his nose meets mine, "Let's just keep this to ourselves for a while."

I close my eyes and stay silent for a minute. He is right about Violet. She would freak out. It would be better to break it to her slowly. If there is anything to break. It could have been a one night stand without the sex. We'll see where this goes.

"Yeah, I understand," I say, receiving another kiss on the lips.

Christina meets me at the door, eyes wide with caffeine and dressed for work.

"Oh my God, you're back! Did you do it?" I push past her, smiling to myself. Did she spend all this time wondering? That's kinda creepy. The door slams behind me and I make my way to the bedroom, inhaling the smells on Eric's jumper, "Did you have sex?! Oh, my God is that his jumper? Was he dominant? Did he cum inside you?"

"Christina!" I gape at her, spinning around, "Nothing happened, okay?"

"Um... you were missing for the whole night. Where did you sleep?"

"At his apartment," before she can cut me off with all her knowledge, I press on, "But we just slept. I... I fell asleep and that's it."

"You fell asleep?" her shoulders relax slightly, and her eyes search the floor before flicking back to mine, "What, I'm confused. How could you fall asleep?"

"I had too much wine-"

"Was he mad?"

"No!" I smile, "We made out this morning, so he couldn't have been... right?" I raise my eyebrows, starting to doubt my confidence. It's like she is a social worker and I am seeking the answers of my relationships within her. I am right to. She knows more than me.

"Well, at least you made out. Tell me about that," she grins, fluffing her hair and sitting down on the bed with me, "Is that his jumper?"

"You already asked me that question," I roll my eyes, laughing.

"You didn't answer it."

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