His head hurts from all the alcohol he drunk last night. He doesn't want to get up yet, but he has to. He'd be having a photoshoot for one of his endorsements today.
Why did he have to drink so much last night?
He groans bitterly.
He's so comfortable in his bed, in his soft sheets which makes it even more difficult to even move. It smells so nice and...different.
He nuzzles his pillow closer, enjoying the scent.
It smells so good...
Like flowers...Like shampoo.
But not like his...
Like a girl's shamp --
A girl??
His eyes shot opens immediately.
Oh shit.
She has her back turned to him and her hair was all over his pillow area. He doesn't recognize who it is yet, but shepu smells familiar.
He doesn't remember bringing someone home last night.
Was he that wasted?
He slowly sits up the bed, careful not to wake her. But the girl stirs and he finally sees her face.
Nadz??
He frantically stood up from the bed, moving away from her.
Oh shit. Oh shit.
He realizes that he has nothing on him. He quickly scrambles to put something on.
And this caused Nadine to wake up.
'James? Love?' She calls him groggily.
Love??
'You okay?' She sits up the bed and the sheets fall down from her chest, exposing her breasts to him.
Oh my god.
James instinctively averts his eyes from her. He should not be seeing Nadine like this.
He doesn't remember much of what happened last night, he doesn't even know that she was there at the party.
This is so wrong. Did they just had sex?? She is his friend and they work together. They're not supposed to have sex!
But she doesn't seem to be scandalized.
'What's wrong?' Her brows furrow inquisitively.
He clears his throat nervously, unsure of what to say.
'W-we...you and m-me...' He starts as his hand motions between the two of them cautiously.
She tilts her head to the side as she waits for him to continue.
'...did w-we...just...' His voice shakes, he doesn't want to say it.
'What?'
