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It was going to be a long night.
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MACI
My eyelids opened slowly, almost reluctantly, the next morning to a room that felt equally strange and familiar. Letting go of the pillow I was snuggled against, I sat up and grabbed at my head when it felt like I was going to fall back over. But when the feeling passed a few seconds later, I noticed the clothes I was wearing definitely weren’t mine and smelled like—
Oh holy mother of God.
I smell like Connor fucking Green.
I looked wildly around the room for any sign of him and scrambled off the bed, only to sit back down when I felt like I was going to faint. Holding my head as I waited for it to pass, I wondered just how much I’d had to drink the night before because I couldn’t even remember leaving the last bar Amber and I had ended up at.
I was also slightly worried about what I might’ve done to end up in Connor’s bed and clothes.
Slower than before, I stood and cracked open the door to tiptoe down the hall. When I found Connor passed out on the couch, I nearly thanked God out loud. Not that I didn’t want Connor in every physical sense of the word, but he’d made himself clear. We were nothing. I didn’t want to finally get him simply because we’d both been too drunk to care.
I also wanted to remember it if it happened.
Retracing my steps, I paused outside his bathroom when something caught my attention. My eyes widened and my pulse dipped when I realized the pile of clothes on the floor were mine.
“Please tell me I didn’t,” I whispered as I inched into the bathroom, my nose scrunching at the assault of smoke and alcohol wafting off them.
Could’ve been worse, but now I knew why I was wearing his clothes.
Trying to remain as quiet as possible, I went through his apartment until I found my purse. Stuffing all my clothes in there, I set it by the door before heading to his kitchen for the rest of what I needed.
Once my note was attached to the door, I slipped out of Connor’s apartment and quickly made my way to my own.
After searching for my phone, I pulled up Amber’s name and shot off a text before changing into my own clothes and piling my hair into a messy bun. I’d obviously showered and slept on wet hair. I just hoped Connor hadn’t been forced to help me and that I hadn’t thrown up in his apartment.
“God, kill me now if that happened,” I muttered just as my phone dinged with a response from Amber.
Amber
Dude. So. Hungover.
Me
I’m not as bad as I should be, but I still need a greasy breakfast. I don’t know how I got back last night. When I checked out the window, my car wasn’t in the lot.
Amber
I’ll come get you. Greasy breakfast so needed. Then we’ll go look for your car. Give me...like...a million hours to come get you
Me
I woke up in Connor’s apartment. In his bed. In his clothes.
Amber
SUPER HOT NEIGHBOR?! Holy shit I’ll be there in ten!
I’d known that would hurry her up.
Unfortunately, the only information I had for her was a dream where I’d kissed Connor before waking up snuggling a pillow. Definitely not the most exciting experience of my life. And when it came to Connor Green, my dreams usually left me more satisfied.
But right then, I was just confused and praying I hadn’t made an ass out of myself.
