☯ MY GOOD GIRL ☯ [ 18+ ]

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I woke up from my deep sleep, I didn't remember being tucked into bed, considering my state last night, that was understandable. My lips were chapped and my skin felt like it was going to crack, drunk Aria didn't have a skincare routine clearly. I didn't take long to realise my head felt like it was being hit with a large hammer consistently.

Hungover.

I reached for my phone to see I had missed calls from my friends. They were probably worried and wondering where I went. I looked at the clock above my screen, it was 3 in the afternoon. I shouldn't have slept in this much. Not with work and a busy schedule.

I had a look at my missed texts, what caught my eye was a message from Max. I decided to ignore it and go downstairs to find some water, every step I took made my head pound even more.

*Incoming call from 'BEST FRIENDS'*

"Oh for fuck sake." I groaned, answering. "Hello."

"Where are you?" Mia screamed.

"I fucking passed out, I think I'm wearing someone else's tshirt" It was laughable, really.

Kay chimed in. "Max picked you up, what happened?" She asked.

"I just got into a bad place when the zoot hit and thought i'd leave you to it." I replied.

"Mia has gone to the shop and we're finishing up orders at the warehouse." Kay spoke.

The phone call ended with a couple updates of what we were all doing over the next week and more shit about Max. I was avoiding the conversation all together yet they were persistent in asking questions.

I opened our chat.

4:06am, Max: I put you to sleep.

4:07am, Max: Not in that way lol

3:13pm, *opened*

I smirked at my phone screen, he could get it any day of the week really, I just needed to know more about him. Being mysterious was a great quality, but I was nosey.

I had spent the afternoon clearing my head, I took a long shower, exfoliating and scrubbing away any dirt from yesterday's antics. I stepped out of the shower into my robe and wrapped up my hair in a white towel. I felt fresh again.

I still had Max's tshirt folded on the top of my draws for when I saw him again. If I saw him again, he was unpredictable and I still didn't know what he wanted from me. I wasn't going to be lead on.

The tshirt was huge on me, he was such a giant! The smell of his aftershave still lingered, it made me feel warm inside and nostalgic, I decided to wear it instead of my usual pj's. A smile spread across my face, I felt cosy.

Max's tshirt hanging from my body led to me contemplating about him for the next 20 minutes. I was getting irritated just thinking about him, I was being obsessive.