Kiss me harder

Chapter 3 - Horrible Headaches and Deep Regret

My head throbs as a sharp pain pulses through my brain, it hurts to look at the light, in fact if hurts to look at anything at all, but the worst part by far is the slightly sour taste of lingering vomit from last night. so this is a hangover. I manage to squint around at what looked like Jemma's bedroom from the blue wallpaper and the Cameron Dallas posters and decide that's my exercise done for the day.

A few hours later I am greeted by Jemma who was sipping coffee in her favourite red tartan mug and was surprisingly not as bad, 'You look a mess,' she grimaces at my knotty hair and ruined makeup and sits down on the bed next do me. 'It is probably because you're so not used to alcohol that you have such a bad hangover' she suggests, I murmur a yes in response, my head still throbbing slightly even in the dimly lighted room.

'So.. who was that guy?' She turns around a teasing Cheshire cat grin on her face,

'What do you mean?' I try to think back to last night but it all comes back to me in a colourful blur filled with vodka and tequila. She giggles to herself and takes another sip of her coffee

'Common you know who I mean!' she teases now poking me in the tummy.

'No, I really don't?'

'The guy you were pulling on Ricky's couch!' I think about it for awhile until it hits me, shit. I suddenly remember Jacob and how it felt when we kissed and now realise how wrong it was, the feeling as we did it, the way he gently massaged my boobs and I didn't stop him, what if it went even further?! I let out a load groan and flop back down onto the bed 'He was a mistake' I answer abruptly.

'Didn't look like a mistake..' she says under her breath I choose to ignore her comment 'so did we just pull?' She nods and adds with cheeky smile 'And he was kind of feeling you up but you didn't seem to mind!'

'Oh well that makes it all okay then doesn't it, you know none of this would have happened if you had followed the conditions I made! But no instead you had to get drunk and run off to Ricky Burns for whatever reason!' I snap a little harsher than intended.

'I am sorry for running off with Ricky it's just complicated! And look, it is not like you had sex with the guy if you believe it was a big drunken mistake tell him so he does not get the wrong idea!' what she said seemed to make sense and I know I don't want a relationship but part of me didn't want to tell him either.. part of me just wanted to do it again...