I'M DRUNK, I WANT YOU (A MayWard Fanfiction) ✔

Prologue

Maymay was awakened by the faint sound of waves crashing to the shore.
She opened her eyes and had to blink several times before her sight finally managed to adjust to the morning light that is peering from the window. After, she pulled herself up, only to miserably fail when she felt a sudden jolt of searing pain on her head.

She groaned. Hangover has obviously arrived to avenge her body from all those shots of alcohol she did last night.

I shouldn't have drink that much.

She thought regretfully, fully admitting to herself that she really went beyond her limit last night. In fact, she can barely even remember how on earth did she manage to get that room to spend the night. She only wishes that she didn't embarass herself too much through the process though.

With another painful groan, she forced herself to get up once again, primarily to get a much needed cup of hot and very strong black coffee which has always been her ultimate hangover remedy.

Despite the slight vertigo, she finally able to sit on the edge of the bed this time. She's already about to look for her sandals now when she noticed that several things are actually missing on her body.

With eyes widened and mouth ajar,  she looked down at herself and see her completely naked body. And as soon as she did, she screamed her lungs out, realizing that she's actually been sleeping on her birth suit all this time!

What the hell did happen? Her mind literally started freaking out.

Then out of nowhere, right as if on cue with her thoughts, she felt the bed's foam slightly pressed downward along with a husky moan heared coming from her behind.

She froze on that instant. Apparetly she's not alone inside. Someone is actually sharing her bed and judging by the sound of it, that person is very probably a man.

Wanting to confirm it out, ever so slowly, she nervously turned around. She immediately cover her mouth with one palm though to mum her reaction when she finally saw the man who is lying on his chest and belly at the other side of the bed; which she pressumed, is completely naked behind that thin white cloth of bedsheet as well.

That made her put her other hand on top of the other that of which is currently covering her mouth too and clasped them tightly together to silence herself from the hysterics that she could sure feel are coming.

Oh my god! Who the heck is this man? What the hell have I done?

She's going nuts. The only thing that is stopping her from going all out is the fear of waking him up.

Admist of that feat though, out of the blue, the man moved again. She quickly held her breath and just watch as his face that was buried on the pillow finally came into full view with that shift.

After a few seconds, when now sure that she didn't (thankfully) wake him up, she finally released that air that she's been holding then proceeded to thoroughly assess his face.

Despite the current predicament, she couldn't help but admire the stranger's handsomeness. Especially his thick brows and high nose bridge which are undoubtedly the highlights of his facial features. Well in her opinion at least.

Then out of nowhere, in the middle of that little scrutiny, something flickered inside her head like a bulb that has been suddenly switched on.

Wait.....thick brows and high nose? She closed her eyes.

And just like that all of those lost memories of the past night flooded her mind like a newly opened dam.

"Shit." She whispered in mortification as she remembered at last.