(Warning: Mature themes suggested)
He woke disoriented.
This always seemed to happen when he woke up in a bed other than his own. Which wasn't often, not since Juliana.
But it didn't take long for him to piece the rest together. A few of the more obvious clues were:
Mia was lying next to him,
And they both were without clothes.
How wonderful. He sat up, shrugging on some pants and a shirt, and got a look around. The apartment was very . . . Mia. Small, compact, clean. Everything fit perfectly where it was.
He rinsed his face off in the bathroom, the cold water waking up his senses. He remembered what happened the previous night, and wasn't all too happy about it.
A few minutes later, Mia joined him in the bathroom. Neither spoke as she came to stand next to him and rinse her face as well.
He wasn't sure what he could say. Mia left afterwards, and he closed the door, locking himself inside.
For a while he leaned against the sink counter, pinching the bridge of his nose to calm his pounding headache. Soon he started to smell eggs and bacon, which finally pushed him to his realization.
Fuck.
He pushed through the bathroom door and rushed into the kitchen, glancing at the time.
Fuck.
"Do you want a ride to work?" Mia asked, finally breaking the silence. Oh god, it was already time to go to work?
Fuck.
He had forgotten about . . .
Gemma. He had forgotten about Gemma Summers. His world.
Fuck.
And there was no guilt to compare.
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Romance(Lowercase intended on cover) "The simple things in life are never meaningful, and the meaningful things in life are never simple. So maybe I don't want meaningful. Maybe I just want someone who cares enough to listen." Gemma Summers and Noah Han...
