Chapter 4: The Morning

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I woke up with a pounding headache. I managed to sit up in bed, which was good for me. I realised I wasn't in my own bedroom. I had blanked out and remembered nothing from last night, except me drinking with someone. I swung my legs out of the strange bed, to notice a mans shirt on me. I noticed a small note lying on a jar of aspirin.

Ivy,
I hope your feeling better. I've left you some Aspirin and water to help with your hangover. You can use the wet room,if you would like to freshen up. Come downstairs, I have breakfast waiting,
Hannibal

Hannibal! Oh dear god! We did have dinner but, did anything happen? This must be his shirts. I took the aspirin and headed downstairs. I followed the sweet scent of pancakes to his kitchen.
"Good morning Ivy. I hope you slept well"

"Good morning, Dr.Lector. I know this sounds stupid but what happened last night?"

"Well, let's just say, you can certainly drink. And before you ask, nothing happened between us. You couldn't sleep in your dress so I put you into something comfortable,I hope you don't mind"

"No, not at all...thank you, Dr.Lector"

"Please, call Hannibal. Aren't we friends?"

"Listen, Hannibal, I don't remember a thing from last night so, can we maybe not talk about it"

"Sure. Now, eat your pancakes. They should help in your 'recovery' "
I ate them, and they were delicious! We talked for a bit, as Hannibal filled me in on last night. It sounded like a great night. It was nearly 1 and I had to work. I figured I would just run to my car, drive home, get ready for work, and everything would be fine. Oh no. I couldn't have been more wrong. Just as we were saying goodbyes, Our eyes locked. All of a sudden Hannibal's eyes turned into a million glistening stars. He drew me in closer. He touched the back of my neck and pushed my head forward. Our lips locked. Yes, I was enjoying it,but I had to stop.
"No! Goodbye Dr.Lector!"

"Goodbye Ivy...Don't worry, I won't tell Jack"
In my rage, I grabbed my shoes and ran for my car.

Hannibal's POV
The door slammed behind Ivy. Was she really that mad at me? One kiss, I have her where I want her.

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