My head pounded badly. I turned onto my left side but the pain stayed the same.
"Your head hurting like a bitch, too?"
I opened my eyes to his hazy and raspy voice.
"Mhmm. And my throat, too." I rubbed it softly with my finger tips.
"This is kind of an odd question to get asked when you just woke up but..." He stopped and looked at me.
"Buuuut..." I sat up a bit and looked into his eyes.
"I don't even know your age." He said shamefully.
"Well, what do you think it is?" I gave him a daring look.
"Uhm, twenty-three?" He smiled and waited for an answer.
"Nope. Try again." I walked my fingers up his arm and slowly slide them back down again.
"Twenty-five?"
"You're even more off this time, you dick."
"Sorry! I'm sorry. Would be easier if you just told me."
He grabbed me close to him.
"Woah, still excited from last night?"
He loosened his grip and moved his hips a bit away from me.
"Uh yeah, sorry." He smiled very uncomfortable and his cheeks turned red.
"Twenty-one."
"What?"
"That's my age. I told you mine, now tell me yours."
"Oooh right. Twenty-three."
"Nice, I like twenty-three." I said flirtatious.
"Why?" James looked at me daring.
"It's an odd number, plus you are that number." I kissed his nose.
"Wanna get out and eat?" I nodded.
"You've got some shirt I can wear?" I asked a bit ashamed.
"Oh yeah, here's one." He pulled out a shirt from underneath his bunk.
"We've got these amazing storage spaces underneath our bunks on this bus, I love it." He smiled and carefully got out of the bunk.
I put on the shirt and got out too. I then realized my underwear was still lost somewhere in James' bunk.
I scanned the place and saw them lying in a corner. I put them on and followed James to the 'living-area'.
James wore nothing but sweatpants. It lay low on his hips and the waistband of his boxers rested just above it. To be fair, I didn't know I could've found anything this sexy.
I came into the front part and saw Sam sitting alone on the sofa scrolling through his phone.
He looked up. "Goodmorning. How's the headache?"
"Horrible. Yours?" I sat next to Sam.
"Don't even bother. Sam's immune to hangovers."
I looked over to Sam. He nodded. "It's true."
"Ugh, fuck you Sam!"
"Well, in all honesty it sounded more like you were fucking mister Cassells over there last night."
I gulped. My cheeks turned red. I didn't knew they could hear us.
James laughed. "Can't help she's that good."
