Love to Hate You

Chapter Twenty Four

Jennie

When I ping awake at nine-thirty in the morning, I immediately know two things.

One, I'm not in my bed. I am lying buck naked on the living room floor under a sheet that isn't mine. Hotel-luxury, Egyptian cotton with a thread count of one thousand. I read that straight off the label.

And two, I am incredibly hungover. My mouth is dry as paper, and a marching band has set up shop in my head. There is a glass of water to my right and a pillow under my head. Neither of which are my doing, yet I am most definitely alone.

For the life of me, I can't remember where my panties are, so I quickly scan the room. Clothes are strewn across the floor. The coffee table has been upended. Handprints all over the entry mirror. And the bean bag has exploded - polystyrene balls are everywhere.

How did that happen?

Hang on - I wriggle around uncomfortably. There is even one stuck to my butt. Well, I'm not going to lie. I'm happy that the bean bag has been savaged, and I've been put out of my misery.

I squint and think I spot my bra buried in balls. Jeans near the door. And my top straddling a half-broken lamp. Wait, I flashback to Kuku running off with something on his head? I cover my eyes; please don't be my panties.

Christ. It was an eventful night.

I push my tangled hair off my face and sit up gingerly, noticing a small case of carpet burn on my left elbow. Light peeks through the break in the curtains and momentarily blinds me.

"Oh, god," I curse, adjusting to the unwanted daylight and my throbbing head. My brain wants to burst out of my skull, and it's clear that we drank more than I thought.

I shuffle through memories of last night and squeal into the sheet.

As I go to pick up the glass of water, the front door opens, causing me to jump out of my skin. Oddly, it also brings my spine back into alignment. I clutch the sheet up against my body and try to look normal.

"Hi," I say in a little voice.

"Hey," Lisa smiles sheepishly, and just like that, a shot of warmth floods into my body and between my legs.

One damn look.

A moment passes, and it's obvious that we are both reflecting on the fact that we have seen each other naked. My blood pressure is still sky-high, so I'm a little jumpy.

I'm also struggling to suppress the newfound lust surging through my body. The feel of Lisa's tongue, mouth, and body is at the front and center of my thoughts.

This is so weird.

To my relief, Lisa starts talking, "I...ah just got us some coffees and bagels."

I'm not sure how to react to these pleasantries. It's all so new to me. "Oh, thanks. You didn't have to do that," I squeeze out a smile.

More pressing is the fact that I really need to put some clothes on. I am feeling drafts in all sorts of places, plus weird things are happening to my body with Lisa around.

"Here you go." As Lisa bends over and hands me a coffee, I bite back a laugh that wants to come out. I spot a polystyrene ball in her hair, and I wonder if she checked herself in the mirror before she left.

I'm not sure who feels more uncomfortable. Me cowering naked under a sheet, or Lisa standing in front of me, bleary-eyed with her shirt on inside out and her hair thoroughly mussed. She is also blissfully unaware that she has dragged my panties from the door to me with her shoe.