Sam makes a muffled sound of protest into his pillow when he can feel the body he's pressed against pull away from him. But it's only until he hears the sound of the door shut after Rachel's left that he actually wakes up. Sitting up in bed, he clutches his head in a daze, slowly piecing together last night's antics. He knows he got drunk, that much is obvious, but not alone. With Rachel. And then...
Sex. On the floor. Oh god, did that actually happen? Maybe it was a dream. He's woken up with a boner so it would make sense... But when he investigates the living room, sees the nearly empty bottle of vodka and his clothes discarded on the floor, he can smell sex and he can smell Rachel on him...
"Oh shit." He had drunken sex with his best friend last night. He's officially freaking out. The fact that she'd left without waking him isn't a good sign.
He's too hungover to go to class, showers and spends most of the day resting. Except it's hard to rest when you're worried about ruining your friendship with someone. Eventually he sends Rachel the following text in the afternoon:
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Sex. On the floor. Oh god, did that actually happen? Maybe it was a dream. He's woken up with a boner so it would make sense... But when he investigates the living room, sees the nearly empty bottle of vodka and his clothes discarded on the floor, he can smell sex and he can smell Rachel on him...
"Oh shit." He had drunken sex with his best friend last night. He's officially freaking out. The fact that she'd left without waking him isn't a good sign.
He's too hungover to go to class, showers and spends most of the day resting. Except it's hard to rest when you're worried about ruining your friendship with someone. Eventually he sends Rachel the following text in the afternoon: