I open my eyes and my head pounds a bit. Too much fun last night I guess. I just lie there, my hangover kicking my ass. Then I hear a soft groan, prompting me to look over and notice that someone was asleep on the floor on my soft fluffy rug I have at the foot of my bed. I sit up and look at them, thinking to myself, “Oh no… I don’t remember anything. Let’s hope we didn’t do anything we’ll regret.”
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1The awkward one
22/05/2025