I am snuggled into J's arms when I wake up the next morning. I look at the watch, its only 9. With every passing second, last night's events start playing in my head like a movie. I am busted. Totally. I look at him and he is sleeping peacefully, at least for now. He will surely kill me once he wakes up. I start wondering about Rachael. I hope I didn't hurt her bad. Maybe I shouldn't have thrown the vase at her. But whatever she said was beyond acceptable. I just hope that the chick didn't make up a*********s to tell J. To make him hate me. But I am in his arms right now, right? That's a good thing, I finally decide.
I need to pee so I shuffle off J's arms without waking him up. Unusual. He must be really tired after last night. Damn Rachael. I wonder when did he come to bed last night.
