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Note: Thank you for the reviews. Did you know that I've currently written up to Chapter 38 of this, and that that is nearly the ending? Well.
Anyway, more Chas and John goodness for you. Find out the aftermath of their drunken kiss...
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Pain.
John opened his eyes slowly, his head absolutely throbbing. He was lying on his back, on his bed.
He didn't move for a moment, trying to remember what had happened last night. Drugs... Chas had drugged him! Anger flooded through John's veins, making his blood boil. He sat up, determined to confront- and possibly punch- the half-breed. How dare he?
John saw he was still in his shirt and tie and pants. Most of last night he couldn't remember. He had no idea how he had reached the bed.
He marched angrily towards the door, then froze as another memory washed over him, the hot replaced by cold.
A kiss.
He had kissed Chas. He blinked. Now Chas would definately know how he felt.
On the other hand, John had been drugged. He could always blame it on that. Yes... yes, that would work.
Then, John remembered more. Chas had kissed him back.
A spark of hope ignited inside him. He had never before considered the possibility that Chas felt the same.
On the other hand, Chas had been drunk. That explained it.
Shaking his head to clear it, John tugged the door open.
"Chas!" he roared.
Chas was standing at the sink, today wearing a white shirt as opposed to a black one. Caught in a beam of sunlight, he looked more like an angel than ever. Slowly, as though he were terrified, he raised his face to see John.
"Morning, John..."