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melled was vomit and it made me feel nauseated in an instant. What happened la

to stand up. My headache only got worse as I did so. I turned on the faucet, filling my hands with water. I

Why do

over him. No, we didn't. I looked back at the hickeys again. No, these had to have been

almost happened. I almost slept with my best friend last n

if opening it would end my life. Maybe if I can

s is my house. I might as well face the music. He won't remember a

ng a sound. I cracked it open a

f the bed. I groaned internally, at least he's still sleeping and I don't have to deal with it quite yet. Why did I do

've fucked it up. Hell, he was the one kissed me

ke a sound loud enough to wake him. I grabbed some clothes and

red up, still thinking back to last night. Why couldn

anging on the door. I turned off the taps and quickly grabbed my towel

imself at the toilet. The sound of his barfing was nauseating. I grabbed m

up in your bed." Dakota walked pa

to say something, anything regarding last night. Oddly enough, p

towards my love bites. I forced a chuckle, hoping it sounded at the ve

ead and sat on my computer chair continuing to stare at hi

s and yawned. My heart dropped in both thankfulness and disapp

he doesn't remember which is a good thing. And I for one want to

t and tell me w