Playing Games

Chapter 4

SAVANNAH POV

Shut the hell up!

The loud ass birds outside keep squawking and chirping as if they don't have any consideration for those who need some peace and quiet. My eyes finally pop open, but I squint instantly because I'm blinded by how bright it is. I'm not entirely sure what time of the day it is, or what day it is, I just know that I am extremely tired.

Not only is the bright sunlight adding to my migraine, but I know that I drank way too much last night. But instead of acting like a smart person, I had to get blackout drunk. You'd think that I would think things through before doing them, but I unfortunately don't.  

I groan, rubbing my temples as I sit up in the bed. The throbbing doesn't seem to stop, and I just want to go back to bed and sleep away the hangover. 

Wait, where am I?

I realize that I have no clothes on whatsoever, and I begin to get nervous. I look to my right, and London is next to me. Her breasts are exposed, but her bottom half is covered with a blanket, and she's still sleeping. My eyes instantly widen at the sight I'm seeing, and my brain begins going haywire as I try to figure out what the hell happened.

On London's right, Anthony rests his head on her shoulder, still passed out with dry drool on his chin. On my left, I see Logan with disheveled hair and his hand still holding onto my waist. 

What the fuck happened?

On the beside table next to Logan, I see a bottle of lube that looks nearly empty. On the floor, there are clothes scattered all over the place. I gasp quietly as all of the pieces come together. 

I'm such an idiot!

As I try to think about the previous night, sex doesn't come into my mind. The last thing I remember is being in the drive thru of McDonald's before I—

Oh no.

I kissed Logan last night. And not only that, but I had sex with him and two other people!

Damn it! I lost my virginity and I don't even remember how it went!

I curse myself out in my mind for making such a stupid decision. I feel extremely trashy for doing something like this, especially when this wasn't my intention at all. 

All I wanted was to have some fun at the club!

But I wasn't expecting to lose my virginity in the same night either!

Yes, I joke around with my friends about how it's a dusty, cold cellar down there, and that I'd be extremely glad to lose my V-card. But it's not like I'm committed to Logan.

As much as I would like to be, I'm not.

My heartbeat races as I think about the possibility that he could have an STD, or that he may have gotten me pregnant because he didn't pull out.

What if he's in a relationship?!

Great, now I'll be known as the home wrecking whore who slept with a man who was probably deeply in love with the man or woman they were with before I came along.

This is just fucking great!

I try to get out of the bed, but the mattress creaks, making me stop because I don't want to get caught trying to leave. The covers fall off my chest, and I notice that there are faint lipstick marks that start on my breasts and lead downward.