Maybe I'd Miss You?

7.

When I awoke my head was refreshingly empty for once, until I felt warm breath fog up my forehead. I glanced upwards in confusion to find Lightning nodded off, his face too close for comfort.

Dread rising, my muddled brain gripped my surroundings and realized I was laying on his chest, in a position that implied a much more intimately comfortable relationship than the one we possessed. I hurried to move, only to activate a throbbing migraine that lay in wait, patiently buying its time until the worst moment to enter the picture. I groaned and fell back, landing in the exact position I dreaded.

Where were the police? How long was I out? Did he really do that good of a job of hiding me? It certainly seemed like he didn't try that hard to ward against prying eyes.

Maybe I was right. Maybe the police genuinely didn't think to search here.

How long is that going to last?

Lightning jerked awake, panicked. It seemed like he didn't intend to doze off, but intentions didn't matter. He'd done it anyway. "Ah, shit. Babe, you okay?"

"I'm..." I was about to reprimand him for calling me babe, but truth be told, I wasn't sure I could string the sentence together in my mind. My headache was too overwhelming. "Uh..."

"Actually, don't worry about it right now. You woke up earlier, but you were clearly out of it, so I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't remember that at all." He smirked, relishing a memory I didn't share. The dread just kept on piling up. What the hell did I do?

"Lightn-Lightning..."

"Don't worry about that either. Nothing bad. Kinda adorable, kinda sad. Oh, hey! That rhymes." He gave a chuckle, patting me on the head. I was too resigned to care. "Anyway, we're safe for now. To be fair, if they really wanted to bust you, you'd probably be detained already, in custody at some maximum-security prison god knows where. Nothing I could do to stop that. Really, why'd you come to me?"

I was silent, pondering the question internally. It was a good grounding tool, actually. I was trying to reflect on my dazed mindset, and in turn, my headache started to dull. Maybe I just needed to think all of this over for a bit.  

My meticulous words came out at a snail's pace. "You'd mentioned after the fight that I could crash at your place if I had a hangover or something like that. I guess you were the first person who came to mind. I was out of it, okay? I'm pretty sure the drugs hindered my reasoning-"

"And how the hell did you come in contact with drugs at a government-sanctioned gala event?" Oh god. I had a feeling I knew where this was going.

Meekly, I responded, "Howard offered me a glass of wine. I couldn't turn him down. I'm pretty sure he laced it with something-"

"Ha!" He pointed down at me, cheekily indignant. Of course, out of all the things, that was what he chose to focus on. I couldn't exactly blame him. Even if I was an outsider, if I lingered on the other details of the situation, I wouldn't be able to function. It was only a miracle allowing me to barely manage now. "So you did drink! Told you so. Did you like it?"

"Lightning, I got drugged, how the hell would you think I liked it?"

He shrugged, the same cheeky smile on his face. "Most roofies are tasteless nowadays. Doesn't matter if it was drugged. I just wanna know what you thought of the flavor, not the experience. I bet the wine was expensive-"

I thought back to the oddly satisfying sour flavor, trying to ignore the events that occurred afterward. "...Good, I guess." I cringed, unable to believe I was admitting this. "Wine tastes good. There, are you happy now-"