Raphael woke up from the bed the next morning, his eyes were squinted as he tried opening them.
"Hmm." He groaned and then felt the weight of someone on his arm. When he turned to look, he was stunned and gently lifted the lady's head from his arm before sitting up.
He scratched his head and looked around, clothes were on the floor even the whole bed was a mess coupled with a few bloodstains on it.
"Damn…damn, what the hell have I done?" He muttered and breathed into his palms. He was the lady's first man. What did he get himself into last night? Was she also drunk like he was? He took a very good look at her, she was attractive and appealing. Even her morning hair mess and cute sleeping face were unbeatable, so the conclusion of her being a slut or btch or maybe a one-night sta
