Angela mumbled and moaned when waking up. She stirred, stretched and hit John in the face while doing so. She screamed, and woke suddenly.
''How...what? Where? Huh?'' She couldn't understand why John was in her bed, and what they had done the previous night. He was awake and staring deep into her eyes.
''Angela...we...''
''Be right back.'' She announced, before rushing to the en-suite and throwing up.
''I feel dreadful.'' She moaned when getting up and placing herself on the bed.
''It was probably that booze we drank last night. Turned out to be at least three bottles between us.'' He commented.
''Oh...'' Angela said, not really taking any notice. ''But, what are you doing here, and in my bed!'' She rose from the bed once more. ''What...did we do John, please say we didn't.''
''We did.''
''SHIT! But why? Oh...god I feel terrible...sorry, sorry for doing this.''
''Sorry for what?'' John was getting impatient.
''Sorry, but what do you expect of me?''
''I expect you think that I wanted this...but it was just the drink. Nothing else, I promise.''
''I was worried you were gonna say that. I guess I better get going anyway.''
He got up from the bed and clambered about, reaching for his clothes and putting them on.
''I guess I'll be leaving then. Are you gonna be ok? You look sick.'' He sounded worried.
''I AM sick god dammit!'' Angela hissed.
John felt a spare part so just sighed and said before leaving; ''I'll ring you...to make sure you're okay.''
Angela grumbled before diving back under the covers.
Angela's POV
Oh my god. I did it, but i didn't want to! Wrong timing! Eurgh. I was drunk, but can I use that as an excuse? What did John think of it all? Does he hate me now?
I was mean to him...he might have wanted it. But I didn't! And now I feel sick and terrible with guilt. He could of prevented it if he was more sober than I was at the time!...oooh...I'm sleepy...too sleeeppyyy...snore
John walked steadily towards his car. His mind was full to the top of thoughts.
Had he led her on?
What did she think of him now?
What if she was seeing someone else, but coincidently refrained from telling him so?
He opened the car door and drove...drove to his apartment to get some sleep.
Angela wasn't the only one tired from the night before.
