Gina POV
I woke up in bed alone with a throbbing headache. I was kind of sad he wasn't beside me, but I could tell Mit slept next to me last night, it was still warm. The shower was running, so he probably didn't wake up too long ago. What the hell happened last night. I look down to see if my clothes were still on from last night, but I was in my satin pajamas instead. With a sigh of relief and the feeling of slight disappointment, I look over to the side of the table to see some medicine and water Mit had left out for me. How sweet, he's taking care of me. As soon as I finish taking medicine, the shower stops, and out comes Mit in only a towel. Oof this man is fine as hell.
"Good morning," he says, smiling knowing full and well I couldn't make complete eye contact with him. Little did he know this was because I couldn't remember anything from last night, and with him smiling like that, I feel like something happened, but what.
"Morning," I say as I get up out of bed, losing my balance as I do. Mit runs towards me and catches me before I fall.
"Are you okay? Are you feeling dizzy?" he says as I am still in his arms. I step back a little as I realized I was all over him.
"I'm fine; I just got up too fast. I'm going to go take a shower, though," I say. He nods a little concerned still.
"I'll go make breakfast," he says, and I nod while getting into the shower. I try to collect my thoughts and remember what happened last night, but the only things I remember clearly are me grinding all over Mit on the dance floor.
Wait a minute. I WAS GRINDING ALL OVER MIT ON THE DANCE FLOOR. HOLY SHIT. Wow, so I'm never drinking again. Where did all this confidence come from? After the dance floor, I'm not too sure what happened, but I'm too scared to ask Mit, afraid of what I could've done last night. After taking a shower, I put on a tank and some shorts. I head downstairs, seeing Mit making breakfast for both of us. He handed me a cup of coffee and some toast to start with. I couldn't make eye contact with him, but I could see him staring at me, waiting for me to look at him.
"How are you feeling," he says while flipping the pancakes.
"I feel fine. Just a bad headache." I say while sipping coffee. Mit smiles again.
"That's normal, but once you eat, you'll be fine," he says
"So, about last night.." I wander off
"Yeah? What about it? " Mit turns around and joins me on the table with a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"What happened last night," I say not making eye contact
"You don't remember?" he says shocked or amused -I can't tell
"No" I say
"You tried to take advantage of me," he blurted out
"What. No, I didn't, " I say
"Yes, you did," he says
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Teen FictionGina is a 22 year old woman who just graduated from college. She has everything she's ever wanted: family and friends. There's only one thing missing from this picture perfect life. A man. Gina's mother has been pestering her for the last two years...
