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The Lewis girl woke up with a throbbing head as she groaned

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The Lewis girl woke up with a throbbing head as she groaned. She let her eyes adjust to the room and then realized it wasn't her own. With wide eyes, she checked under the covers and sighed in relief when she found out she wasn't nude. She looked around the room, slowly noticing the countless newspapers on the wall, red and blue yarn going around thumb pins. The familiar couch and the desk lined against the wall. She turned around, the room still dark, only a yellow, subtle light on. She noticed a figure sleeping on the couch, his face in her view, and she realized it was Nick.

She must have created the sound of a creak as she moved in bed, making Nick's eyes flutter open. As he saw her awake, he slowly got rid of the thin blanket covering him and swung his legs over the side. "You sleep well?" He asked, his voice deep, more soothing than weird.

"Yeah," said Tris, shifting awkwardly. "Why am I in your room?"

"Well, you returned to the Institute very drunk and practically fell in my arms."

Tris' eyes widened. "We-We didn't do anything, right?"

What's the point of lying? Nick asked himself, sighing internally.

"Well, we sort of. . ."

"Sort of, what?"

"Sort of kissed." He'd said the last word so quietly that Tris almost didn't hear.

"We, what?!"

Nick shot up from his seat. "Look, I--"

"That didn't mean anything," said Tris, making Nick's face drop. "It was a mistake. Oh, God, I was drunk! Really, really drunk!"

"So you don't remember anything about last night?" Nick asked, stepping forward, but Tris didn't move back.

"No, I don't," Tris exclaimed. Nick had taken enough steps forward to make it feel as if they were breathing the same air, the only thing stopping them from doing anything to each other.

"Then maybe I should make you remember." Nick exhaled through his nose. His voice was low, almost a whisper. "I layed you on my bed since you wouldn't go to your room and then," he grabbed her hand and placed it on his own wrist, "you caught my hand before I left and said that you wanted me to make you forget. I asked what I could do for you and then. . .you kissed me," he planted his lips on her and watched Tris' eyes widen before she shut them close, exactly like he had done last night. 

Nick pulled away. "And then, I said that we shouldn't, but you," he took her hand away from his wrist and placed it at the back of his neck, "you pulled me back in, and," he chuckled, making Tris' heart hammer in her chest, "and then you moaned," Tris' face went hot, "while you kissed me again," he continued. He placed his lips on hers again, and this time, she kissed back without hesitating. 

Nick unwrapped her hand on her neck and held her pointer finger, drawing circles on his chest, like she had done. Once she was doing it now, he wrapped his arms around her waist, tilting his head to one side and Tris tilted her head to the other, their noses brushing against each other's cheek. Memories of last night came rushing back like a flood in Tris' mind. Nick pulled away. "You looked tired; you fell asleep," he whispered. "Do you remember now?"

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