Curious

24

I wake up tangled in sheets. I lift myself up slightly with my elbows, "Ugh, that was a mistake." I whisper to myself. My head is pounding loudly when I look over to see Juan completely passed out on the other side of the bed. How wasted did we get last night?

I get up slowly, trying not to wake Juan. I realize that i'm completely naked and consider putting on a robe. Fuck that. It's my house, I can walk around naked if I want to. I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen to see what I can take for this massive headache.

I quietly walk back into the room after having taken pain medication to find Juan sitting up in my bed. He looks miserable. "How hungover are you?" I laugh while standing at the doorway.

He looks up and me before examining me from head to toe. I almost forgot I was naked. I don't feel uncomfortable though, he's seen me naked plenty of times. I walk over to my closet and pick out a pair of shorts and one of Juan's many baggy t-shirts that i've stolen over the months.

"So hungover." he growls, "What the hell did we even do last night?" he asks.

I laugh as I walk out of my closet, "Okay well after your interview, we went for some lunch. Then we spent hours walking around in the park, we were both a little bit hungry so we decided to go get dinner. We got a little bit tipsy and decided that it would be fun to go to the club down the street. We came here and considering we're both-" I walk over to the side of the bed that he's sleeping on and lift the sheets up before nodding "-naked we probably had drunk sex and then passed out."

"That sounds pretty accurate." he nods.

I run over to my side of the bed and turn on the TV quickly, "What do you think they're saying?!" I ask excitedly.

Juan shrugs beside me, "Don't know. Don't really care. Honestly, i'm just trying to get rid of this seriously bad hangover. I didn't even pay attention to half of what you just said." he admits looking over at me with a guilty smile.

I shake my head giggling, "It's fine," I kiss his cheek, "Go take a shower or something. It'll help."

He stands up slowly, "Yeah, okay. I'll be back." he walks into the bathroom and shuts the door.

Just as i'm about to turn my attention back to the TV, Juan opens the door slightly before sticking his head out, "You said you were pretty  hungover too right?" he asks raising an eyebrow.

I nod slowly, "I did say that. Why?" I ask curiously.

He smiles and opens the door wide now, "Come join me."

I shrug, "Yeah, sure. Why not?" I jump up and run towards him excitedly while taking off my shirt.

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"Feel better?" I look up at Juan who sits across from me.

"I guess." I shrug, looking back down at my plate as I play with the little stack of pancakes that still haven't managed to get much appetite out of me. "What about you? How do you feel?" I ask looking back up.

"What's up with you?" Juan asks in a serious voice which makes my eyes widen slightly.

"What do you mean, baby?" I ask taking a sip of my orange juice.

"Whenever i'm with you, it's like you're not happy. You don't eat, you rarely genuinely smile, and you're constantly worried about something. Our happiness lasts an hour before you're all serious again. Do you not enjoy being with me?" he asks, his voice laced with frustration.

I sit up straight in my seat, "Don't. Of course I enjoy being with you. I love being with you. It's like you're saying i'm not allowed to be stressed out sometimes." I ask narrowing my eyes in his direction.