Return to Me

Seventeen

**Reader Discretion is Advised**

This chapter contains some graphic(ish?) sexual scenes. Anyone under the age of 17 should not continue reading. Thank you.

The worst way to wake up, for me personally, is to have a bright light shining in my face.

Stirring from a deep sleep, I can feel my head pounding. It feels as if someone is bashing a hammer to my head, just out of pure amusement. Groaning, I rest my hand on my forehead as if the touch will make the pounding go away.

My eyes slowly blink open as I turn my head sideways, hoping to lessen the glare of light. When my eyes open, I see that I'm not alone. Shooting up in bed, I lose my balance and fall right out of it, letting out a shriek on my way down.

He suddenly wakes up and peers over the bed. When he sees me, his eyes widen and he jumps back. We're definitely on the same page.

Where the hell am I? This is not my apartment. Oh god...please tell me I didn't. Slowly, I lift up the sheet wrapped around my body. I'm completely naked underneath and I quickly put the sheet back down, clinging it around myself as I get up from the floor.

"Are you wearing any clothes?" I ask terrified of what his answer might be. He lifts the sheet, just as I did moments ago and looks at me to shake his head.

"Oh god. Oh no." Covering my face with my hand, I try to remember what happened last night through the vigorous pounding in my head. 

"Do you think we...?" he asks and I just nod my head.

"I'm pretty sure we did."

"What happened last night?"

"I remember there being wine. Drinking lots of wine..."

Jack gets up out of the bed, leaving the sheet behind and enters his en suite bathroom. As much as I don't want to admit it, the sight of him is enticing and I can't help but stare. When he emerges from the bathroom again, instead of staring, I go in search of my clothes. I'm sure my clothes are in here somewhere. 

I find my bra and panties on the floor near the bed and quickly grab them. My dress is lying on the floor near the door and I keep holding the sheet to my body as I go to pick it up. Jack was rummaging through his drawers, back turned to me still as I picked up my dress and bolted out of the room with the sheet still wrapped around me. No doubt, I pulled it right off the bed where it was probably neatly tucked, but I didn't care. I found the bathroom and went inside to get dressed. My mind is still reeling as I pull the zipper back up on my dress and slip my heels back on.

I can't believe I had drunken sex with Jack! Worse yet, I don't really remember what even happened! Things are coming back, just bits and pieces and some are still pretty fuzzy. Leaving the bathroom, Jack is nowhere in sight and my head is still pounding. I quietly go to the kitchen then, in search of some ibuprofen. I'm sure it won't kick in for at least thirty minutes, but it'll be worth it once the pounding stops.

"Here." I jump and turn around. How did I not hear him approach? At least he's half dressed now, sporting sweatpants on the lower half of his body, the rest completely bare. Damn. Has he always looked this good? Of course he has...I just haven't seen him like this since we were engaged. In his hand is the bottle of ibuprofen I was in search of. They must've been in the en suite. Taking the bottle from him, I smile and he moves passed me to fill a glass with water. He hands that to me as well. I pop two pills into my mouth and immediately wash them down with the water.

"Do you want to take some?" I ask, holding the bottle out to him. He takes it, but shakes his head.

"I already took some."