Keep It Professional

7) Morning After

You wake up to the sound of the streets calling out the traffic of the morning of frequent car horns. You toss and turn in the bed slightly before stretching out exaggeratively and rubbing your eyes awake adjusting to the bright light in the room. Turning to your side, you admired the view out the window absorbing the busy atmosphere of bee-like humans off to their offices. Then that's when it hit you - this was not the usual view through your window, not your apartment, not your bedroom and most definitely not your bed.

What the hell happened last night?

You sit bolt upright in the bed and place your pounding head in your hands trying to remember. You search around the room for clues and see your dress draped on the floor. The dress gave you image flashbacks of the night before, dancing and drinking whilst the fabric flowed against your skin. Then more memories hit you, the hands of a man pushing the fabric up your legs then removing it from your body.  More memories becoming clearer as you remember the moments of dancing with a white-haired man, drinking with him and a black haired man whose features slowly became more familiar the more you tried to remember. Features you could recognise in any hungover faze - Geto.

Your mind begins to remember the events of the night beginning from leaving work to ending up here. You throw your head back into the bed and stare at the ceiling for a few moments and then covered your face with the pillow embarrassed by everything that had happened the night before.

One moment of the night raced through your mind over and over again...

"leave your work stress at work and relax so you have a fun time with me okay?"  ... "liveup a little." ... "have a fun time with me okay?"... "live-"... "up-"... "a little."

If you knew the position you would be in now at the time last night, would you have made the same choices? Drank as much? Followed your bodies instincts so carelessly? You weren't sure. But one thing you were sure of was this morning was going to be so awkward for you. How do you even confront the guy? You weren't the type of girl to go to bed with a guy so fast into your relationship, so this sense of unease began to build up. 

You searched the room and found a t-shirt hanging over a chair and decided to put that on. It came long and covered you up due to its oversized nature. You cautiously and slowly opened the door scanning the apartment for the guy. You noticed his absence in the kitchen area on the left but saw the back of his head sat on the sofa in the living area. He sat watching the morning television slumped back into the couch comfortably.

You gently closed the door behind you and walked over the floorboards to the sofa. When you appeared in his peripheral vision he shuffled over to make room for you to sit beside him tapping the area signalling to you. You awkwardly took the seat beside him but sat at a distance. 

He looked at your composure and how you acted around him and laughed softly at the comparison to the thought this was the same girl who was dancing so sexually close to him last night. As you picked at your lip avoiding eye contact staring directly into the television gathering your thoughts he trailed his eyes from your knotted messy hair, down your shoulders noticing you borrowed his shirt, down to your thighs that weren't concealed fully by the shirt and your anxious face. The situation was extremely satisfying to him for some reason, he decided to further find pleasure in it. He used his arm resting on the back of the sofa to circle around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him. 

"You aren't a stranger y/n, don't act so distant." He chuckles bringing your head to his chest and returning his view to the television. You raised your gaze to look at his tender blue eyes. He let out a proud smirk as he noticed your actions and flustered expression.

"Sorry." You embarrassingly let out. His hand didn't remove itself from your shoulder so you naturally returned your head to lie against his chest and brought your knees up against your stomach to get more comfortable. You felt your head raise and fall against his chest, a calming feeling lowering your embarrassment.