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Chapter 1.

What awoke me this morning was not the usual blaring sound of the alarm, the cars on the street beeping to get out the way, nor was it my cat, Rowdey begging for his dinner. It was the loud, abrupt snore of the lifeless body next to me. My eyes shot open and I blinked through the hazy mist of my hangover, I had gone out last night, got very drunk and obviously been taken home by this poor bloke and I had pounced before he got the chance to leave. Either that or he was more drunk than me and we fell into this bed without realising.

I turned over to see him, face down, his mop of long curly hair was ragged and tangled. What was his name? Mike, Michael, Mark? I was obviously too drunk still to remember, I took advantages of his heavy sleep to tip-toe into the kitchen and make myself a cuppa. I slipped out of bed and pulled on my bed jumper, large, worn and snuggly, this was my favourite thing to wear. I looked back at this man before silently closing the door, I was met by rudy on the hallway to the kitchen, he looked at me with dissapointment before leading me to his food bowl.

'Alright then mister, you first as usual'. I fed Rowdey and put the kettle on. Looking around my kitchen, it looked as though nothing had been touched, 'thank god' I thought, I loved a night out, but hatd cleaning up if I made a mess. I peered into my reflection on the steel kettle, not too bad, I wasn't a panda!

Fetching my diary from my desk I leaned on the breakfast bar looking at the day I had planned ahead of me.

Nothing. My once hectic schedule was now gone, replaced with that of a person who had no job and was finding it difficult to live on their own. I slammed it shut, furious at myself for leaving Studio Valecio, the high class art studio in Clapham, where my uptown apartment was. I made a cuppa and made my way back to my room, shutting Rowdey out before he attacked the man in my bed.

I climbed back into bed without stirring him and tried to recall what happened last night...

It was Thursday so I had done my weekly late night shopping, must of gotten home because the carrier bags are near the bin and the fridge was full. I looked at the underwear strewn across the floor, black lace, I must've been hopefull! My black strappy dress was by the door, that was my best dress, I had been drinking well before going out, I would assess the damage to that later, pink stilletto heels were next to the bed, undamaged - thank goodness! Then that was it, I don't remember anything else, apart from seeing the odd familiar face. Nothing came to me about this man next to me. So i would wait to find out.

Suddenly, I was pulled from my thoughts as the man flinched, causing me to spill my buring hot tea down my front, scalding my bare legs, I yelped and leapt from the bed, waking up the man.

"AH! What what what?!?!"

"You flinched and I spilt my tea!" I stared into the deep blue tired eyes of the man, come on what was his name?!

"Come here Hannah, I'll clean you up" Hannah?! Who was Hannah?!

I walked over to him as if I was a school girl in trouble with the headmaster.

"Who's Hannah?" I asked innocently.

"You silly! Gosh, you must have drunk a lot last night, in fact I think I did too!" He chuckled, it was deep and rich, like velvety honey.

PING! There it was, everything came back from that chuckle, I told him my name was Hannah, afraid he would've recognised me, he had been one of my customers in Studio Valecio, his name was Miles a music teacher in the local secondary school, he was 27, younger than me and boy was he cute!

"Oh, yes right. My tea hasn't quite hit the spot yet!" I peered at him, he stood up and streched. Boxers on. Few, I didn't do anything too embarressing then!