Ben
My head throbbed so I delayed opening my eyes immediately. I peered from one and spotted a painting on the wall which wasn’t mine. How much did I drink? The bedsheet pulled over my body, and I rolled over. I must’ve drunk enough to end up in someone’s house. I eased myself and rolled over. The huddled figure had the sheet pulled over their head.
I knew it, but I didn’t want to believe it.
I pulled the bedsheet back.
Crap, it was—
“Lindsey, what—what the hell?” I stammered. Lindsey pulled the bedsheet tightly around her body and peered underneath the covers.
“Oh crap, did we?” she asked.
“It certainly appears that way,” I replied, quickly realizing I was butt naked. I glanced around looking for my clothes. “Where the hell are my things?”
“What are you asking me for?” she snapped
