And that’s when all the events of last night flood my mind all at once. Every single drink I consumed and every single fucking idiotic thing I did, including what led me to be here, in this bed, with the last fucking person I should be in bed with.

Goddamnit.

I fucked up. I fucked up really bad. How the fuck could I let that happen?! Shit, I didn’t just let it happen… I instigated it. I made the moves. I asked him to bring me here.

I gotta get out of here.

Where the fuck is my phone? An even better question is, where the fuck are my clothes?! Good God.

Focusing my attention on the man behind me, I think he’s still sleeping, if his steady breathing is any indication. His heavy arm is pasted over my hip, and as gently and quietly as humanly possible, I wiggle out from underneath him, slithering off the bed like a damn snake. My knees hit the ground, but thankfully it’s carpet, so it doesn’t make much of a sound. When I stand up, I’m able to see my clothes by the foot of the bed, so I make quick work of getting dressed, thankfully finding my phone in my jeans pocket.

With a quick glance at the bed, I make sure he’s still passed out, before slowly and quietly opening the door, and closing it behind me. I reach into my pocket, pulling out my phone, and unlocking it. Shit, I have messages from Kylie. What kind of fucking friend am I? I just leave her in a house full of strangers to go fool around with someone I shouldn’t be fooling around with in the first place?

Kylie: Casheyyyy… where did you go, my friend?

Kylie: I can’t find you. Are you with you know who ;)

Kylie: Doc is really fucking cute, and he just kissed me, and I can’t find you to tell you about it. You suck.

Shit. I type out a quick message to her, hoping she’s awake.

Me: Ky, I’m so fucking sorry. I’m such an ass. Are you awake?

I let out a breath I was holding when the text bubbles pop up immediately. Thank fuck she’s awake.

Kylie: Dude, don’t be sorry. I’m climbing out of bed now. I’ll meet you downstairs.

Me: Wait, I’m upstairs too… where are you?

The door directly across from the room I was in opens, and out walks Kylie. As soon as she has the door closed, she spins and faces me, a guilty grin on her face.

“Kylie Ann Dodson, did you have sex with that biker?” I can’t even help the smirk that splits across my face. I’m not the only one who made drunken choices last night.