𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐋², jack champion

027, 𝐨𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭

027, 𝐨𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭
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THIRD PERSON +
november 12, 2024

Juniper blinked her eyes open, the soft light of the morning filtering through the hotel curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. She was nestled against something firm and warm.

Vinnie.

Her body stirred, and it only took a second before everything from last night came rushing back. She was in bed with Vinnie, wearing only his shirt.

Oh, shit.

Panic coursed through her veins as she slowly lifted her head, careful not to wake him. She looked around the room, hoping it was all some weird dream, but there it was—clothes strewn across the floor, her dress crumpled in a heap by the door.

Her pulse quickened as she untangled herself from him, sitting up slightly in bed. Her head was still spinning, not entirely from the alcohol but from the realisation of what they had done.

Vinnie, lying on his side, was snoring softly. His tattooed arms rested lazily across the pillows, his tousled hair falling messily over his forehead. For a moment, Juniper just stared at him, her mind trying to catch up with her body. The warmth from last night lingered between them, but it was quickly overtaken by guilt and confusion. She had no idea what this meant, or how things were going to be now.

She wasn't even sure if she had feelings for Vinnie—was it just the alcohol? The tension?

As if he could sense her panic, Vinnie stirred beside her, a soft groan escaping his lips. His eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep, and he blinked at her for a second, disoriented. Then, realization hit him too. His gaze shifted from her face to his shirt draped over her, to their bare legs tangled together under the sheets, and then to the clothes scattered across the room.

"Oh... shit," he muttered, voice hoarse from sleep.

Juniper pressed her lips together, her heart hammering in her chest as she sat up fully, pulling the covers up with her. She glanced over at him, trying to gauge his reaction, but his expression was a mix of shock and confusion, mirroring her own.

They stared at each other for a moment, neither of them saying anything. The silence felt heavy, thick with the weight of what had just happened. Finally, Vinnie cleared his throat, rubbing a hand over his face.

"Uh... okay, so... we, uh, we definitely—"

"Yeah," Juniper cut him off quickly, her cheeks flushing as she looked down at her hands. "We definitely did."

Vinnie let out a breath, leaning back against the pillows. "Shit. I didn't—" He paused, running his hand through his messy hair. "I mean, I didn't plan for this to happen. Not like this."

"Neither did I," she said softly, wrapping the sheets around herself a little tighter.

Her mind was still racing, trying to piece together the events from last night. There had been the afterparty, the drinks, the dancing... then the way Vinnie had looked at her when they reached the hotel room. And then... well, then it was a blur of heated kisses and discarded clothes.

"This... this doesn't have to be weird, right?" Vinnie asked cautiously, his voice tentative. He sat up slowly, his eyes searching hers for some kind of reassurance. "We were both drunk, and... I mean, I don't want things to get awkward between us."