Regrets
)O(
Lily lay in bed, Scorpius beside her. His body felt cool and strong and comforting against hers. She was quite sure she had never been happier in her life.
Or, rather, she would have been sure of that if it weren't for an odd little nagging in the pit of her stomach.
Where was she? Scorpius's dormitory? How had she gotten here? She couldn't remember last night… had she been drunk? Or too high on lust and pills to care? Both?
"Scor…" she tried to say, but her voice came out an odd, weak slur.
Oh god.
I'm so scared.