"I'm sorry I... I have to go" I scrambled off the bed and tried to get the sheet off to wrap around myself. When it wouldn't budge, probably because he was lying on it and just refused to move, I said f**k it and left the sheets behind.
I began scrambling for the rest of my clothes. I remembered seeing some of my clothes in his closet when I woke up there after the incident. I quickly made my way to the closet and sighed in relief when I found some of my clothes there.
I grabbed a pair of jeans and a top and quickly wrestled them on.
"Where are you going?" He asked. I turned and blushed when I saw him adjusting himself with a wince.
"I.. home. How long have I been here?"
"About a day and a half" he replied. I froze.
"What? I... Oh God Lincoln would be so worried. I have
