How Long Will I Love You?

Wasted

Chicken and beer.

These were the last two things she could remember from last night that is why she was wondering why she woke up covered with a warm gray blanket in a king-sized bed. Thankfully she was alone and on top of that, she is not naked. She sat down on the bed, her head muddled and pulsating with pain as she moves. She squint her eyes at the bright light coming from the open glass door in her right side. In one corner of the room, she could hear running water coming from a closed door.

Where am I? How did I end up here? She closed her eyes and leaned on the headboard, the bright light is making her head hurt more. Her brows wrinkled as she tried to recall what happened last night.

She remembered eating chicken and drinking beer. She was having a lot of fun because of the ambiance and music that she ended up consuming more beer than what she originally planned. She felt dizzy and was worried she might not get home safely so she wanted to sobber up first before leaving the place. Jasper showed up and asked if she can share the table but then Mr. Handsome came and told Jasper that he can't.

What happened after that? She rubbed her temples and tried to concentrate.

I remember Jae. Jae? Who's Jae?*

The sound of water from the other room stopped. Her thoughts were interrupted at the sound of a door being unlocked and then shut. Her eyes flung wide open, she thought it would come out of its socket at the sight of the half-naked man standing right in front of her. A fluffy white towel covered his lower body, his still wet hair dripping water to his well-sculpted upper body. She gasped.

"AAAHHH!!!" She screamed while covering her eyes with the blanket.

"AAAHHH!!!" He screamed while trying to cover his chest.

Jae! Jae is Mr. Handsome... She covered her mouth as realization dawned at her.

"I'm sorry. Don't look. I thought you were still sleeping," he explained while rummaging his cabinet for clothes before running back to the bathroom.

She suddenly feels hot, her heart started to race. Her face and ears were turning pink in embarrassment. She was still in shock, her face hidden under the blanket . Dang! He's hot! A visual of him from a while ago, half naked, flashed in her head.

"Joy, are you okay?"

Her hands flailed as she was startled when he spoke. She did not hear him come out of the bathroom.

Wait. He knows my name?

She remained still as she tried to compose herself, pushing aside images of him that keeps on appearing in her mind.

"Hello? Are you still alive?" His voice was closer this time.

"Are you dressed?" she asked instead while biting her lower lip. Of course he is, silly! She felt the soft mattress sink as he sat next to her. He gently pulled the blanket away from her face.

What do I do? What do I do? What happened last night? Oh heck, Joy! What have you gotten yourself into?!

She started to panic. She can feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest. She swiftly stood up on the bed without warning.

He flinched and eyed her warily, waiting for what she will do next.

She knelt down on the bed then bowed down, hiding her face in the pile of blanket. "I'm sorry. I can't remember why I'm here. I guess I was drunk?" she apologized, her voiced muffled. She was too embarrassed to look at him.

He sighed in relief then burst out laughing after recovering from shock.

"Why are you laughing?" She asked. Her face still buried in the blanket.