Just Rose

7

Rose woke with the banging head from hell, her mouth was dry and fuzzy and the merest hint of light, when she attempted to open her eyes, was agony. She tried to turn over, feeling unfamiliar cotton sheets around her and the unfamiliar smell of laundry detergent she did not use. Confusion breaking through the fog.

Slowly opening one eye, she took in a masculine room around her, wooden slatted blinds letting a little light peep through from outside. Just enough to make her retract under the covers until she adjusted. Her stomach was mimicking a washing machine and when she resurfaced to try again, the first thing she saw was a glass of iced water on a little wooden table. Reaching out, she took it gratefully and slowly sipped some until at least her fuzzy mouth improved. She sat up slowly, blinking and adjusting to the semi-gloom of the room, her head not spinning too much if she moved carefully and she regretted getting so crazily drunk last night.

It was obviously a male's room. Dark wood, navy, cream, and blue bed sheets. The leather armchair, by a big stone fireplace opposite the bed, had a rumpled blanket and cushions still in place as though someone had slept there. There were large dark bookcases lining one wall, filled with various books, trophies and picture frames. Her eyesight too blurry to focus on the pictures and try and figure out where she was.

Her dress was hanging up on a wooden hanger on the front of a huge mirrored wood wardrobe door, looking tatty, ripped and stained with grass and muck. She groaned inwardly, trying not to think of how much that dress had cost. Trying not to take in the fact that repair was unlikely. Pulling back the covers, she looked down to see she was wearing a pink oversized t-shirt nightdress, printed with kittens, and sighed with relief. She had no bra on under that dress and the scantiest underwear, which could have been embarrassing. She hoped whoever dressed her had been as female as the nightie covering her fragile body.

The room smelled strongly of a very familiar male scent and as her memory came back from parts of last night she realised with a warm fuzzy feeling where she was. Followed by a suddenly dreadful thought that she had no memory of how she got here or exactly what happened. Her last memory had been dancing wildly with a group of women to a favourite popular song about Scotland, and then nothing but blackness. Her achy head and cloudy memories evading her the more she tried.

Looking around the room there were three doors. One left open wide, led to an en-suite bathroom and she made her way slowly, like a fawn trying out new legs. Her head was thumping so badly it was making her feel nauseous, so was relieved to see the pack of aspirin placed thoughtfully on the sink with a clean glass. Whoever had left her here, obviously knew what a hangover felt like.

After using the bathroom, washing the mess off her face from tear stained smeared makeup and unpinning what was left of her hair, she ventured back out. Swallowing the aspirin with her iced water and trying not to gag with the effort. She picked up her dress, noting the huge tear and chunk of missing fabric and the absolute sodden state of it; trying desperately to remember what the heck she had done.

Surely, she had not gone rolling in the garden with him, had she?

Her dress suggested she had done something unspeakable and well it did look as though someone had chewed her dress up. Ripped it open to reveal a leg or more. She rubbed her head, torn between shame and confusion. Remembering the pictures on the shelves, she turned, walking towards them just to make sure she was guessing rightly at which 'Him' it was. Relief flooded through her as pictures of Rob, Abby and various other Munro looking people splayed before her on the shelves. She would have cried if pictures of Matt had stood before her instead. That was some compensation at least. The confirmation gave her a warm glow inside, knowing that this was his room, his bed and he had most likely brought her here. If she had done something slutty and unthinkable, then at least it was with the right guy.