Waking up with a hang-over is no fun. This hang-over is worse than the one I had after Jessica's party. It's like everything is spinning uncontrollably. I put a hand in my head in hopes to soothe this massive headache that I'm feeling but it's no use. I groaned. I stood up the bed and have the intention to walk into the bathroom when I stumbled into something.
As I fall down, I thought I'm going to face a new set of headache but instead, I fall down into a person, a sleeping person. When I looked up, I was greeted by a familiar smile.
"You look lovely." He said.
"Shut up! My head hurts." I complained.
"That's because you drank too much last night. Again. You know you're a light drinker so why drink too much than your limit?"
"What are you ding here?" I asked. "Don't you have your own room?"
"You don't remember?"
"Last night?" his eyebrows furrowed.
I shook my head. "Oh God! Please tell me I didn't do something stupid again."
He chuckled. "Nope! You're good."
"Thank God." I sighed.
"Well you did make out with a couple of old dudes and had a few groping action." He casually said.
My eyes automatically widened.
When he saw my reaction he laughed.
I knew he was messing with me.
"Not funny Mason." I said.
"Your reaction is though. You looked like a Panda." He said then imitated the face I made. I playfully smacked his forehead and we both laughed.
"Whoa, am I interrupting something?" someone said. When I looked at the door, Josh is standing there; one hand covering his eyes and a smile playing on his lips.
That's when I realized the position that we're in, Mason is laying on the floor, without a shirt, a blanket covering his half body. Me on top of him with the dress I wore last night waaaay up my thigh.
"Hey Josh." Mason greeted and waved his hand.
"I'll let you two finish whatever it is you're doing. I'll comeback later." And with that, he's gone.
I quickly stood up and ran to the bathroom, I can feel whatever it is that I ingested last night coming up my throat. I leaned in the toilet and let it all out. I can feel a hand rubbing my back as I let out another round of vomit. He held my hair back as I gripped the toilet seat.
I flushed the toilet and when I turned around, a naked Mason is standing beside me, well almost naked; the only piece of clothing in his body is his boxers. I instantly looked away as I feel the blood rushing up my cheeks.
"I'm okay now... thank you."
"Are you sure?" Concern evident in his voice.
"Yes I'm sure... now get out and leave me alone; I'd like to take a shower." I said. "You should probably put clothes on." I mumbled as he's leaving.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing." I told him.
The warm water feels good in my skin. I took my time showering and cleaning myself, washing off the smell of last night's liquor and club stench. After I showered, I reached for the towel and dried myself. I used two towels, one for my hair and for my body.
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