Snake Bite || Sapnap

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  I woke up when I felt an arm drape over me and immediately felt the pounding in my head. I turned my head further to the side as if that would help and involuntarily groaned when the difference in light caused the pain in my head to flare.

  "Sorry. Did I wake you up?" Nick's voice came from behind me.

  I didn't expect him to speak and somehow the sound seemed to irritate me more. I buried my head into my pillow and mumbled the cause of my discomfort. "Hangover."

  "Right. There's Advil and water on your nightstand." He took his arm off of me to let me grab it.

  I begrudgingly opened my eyes and spotted the two white pills next to the glass of water on my nightstand with the bottle that the pills had came from sitting next to it. I pushed myself until I was sitting upright and suddenly realized that I wasn't wearing sweatpants. The later parts of last night were fuzzy, but they weren't that fuzzy. "Nick, why am I not wearing pants?" I questioned him rather directly.

  He chuckled. "Something about the modern constructs of decency. I don't really know. You were very adamant so I gave up on arguing."

  I snorted and reached for the Advil beside me. "Sick." I swallowed the two pills with the provided water before slipping back under the covers. I didn't care enough to get up and put pants on now. As I had apparently said last night, fuck modern decency.

  I rolled over and looked at Nick, my eyes still half-lidded from sleepiness and the intense headache I was experiencing. "Do you know if Laine and Bea are up?"

  He rolled back onto his side to match me. I could tell he had been up for some time. "Bea is passed out on the couch and Laine's in the kitchen making coffee. Well, she was a couple minutes ago."

  I mumbled some half-assed response before leaning against his chest.

  "So... you didn't remember the pants thing." He seemed to be cautiously tiptoeing around the subject. "What do you remember?"

  "I remember kissing you at midnight like a dickhead." I admitted. It wasn't as bad as it could've been, but I felt even more shitty about it now that I was more myself.

  He hummed. "So, did you wanna talk about that?"

  "No." I mumbled against his chest. I don't think I could handle talking about that, especially considering the way that he had phrased it. A peck meant more to him than it usually would for me, apparently.

  "Alright. We won't talk about it." He kept his tone pretty unreadable as he set his head on top of mine. I felt bad, but there was no way that I could have a genuine discussion about that whilst I felt like total shit.

  "I drank too much." I stated the obvious.

  He wrapped his arm back around me and rubbed patterns into the back of my shirt. "I gathered that." He teased me.

  I just groaned and tried to bury myself further against his chest. There was a heavy silence that took over the air in between us and I felt like I was suddenly suffocating. I took a deep breath and sighed into his shirt, knowing that the longer I waited the worse that this would get. "Sorry."

"For what?" He questioned me softly.

"For kissing you." I clarified. I had never wanted to disappear more than I had in that moment.

"I thought you didn't want to talk about it." He pointed out.

"Yeah. I don't." I admitted with a flat tone. I was incapable of putting anything lightly in that moment.