Chapter 8 : Awkward

Cal’s POV

I woke up to a naked Lena in my arms and a crook in my neck. I winced as I moved, realizing we were still on the couch. Then my mind flooded with regret. What had I done? I tried to slide my arm from under her body so I could sneak away. To my dismay, she awoke when I touched her.

“Morning,” I said, trying to be nice.

“Oh, god, my head,” she groaned, sitting up. She covered her breasts with one hand.

“I know,” I nodded, rising from the couch. “I haven’t drank that much in a while.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever drank that much,” Lena admitted, hardly making eye contact with me.

It was clear she was feeling the same way I did. Her body language was stiff and reserved as she looked at me again. We needed to make this right.

“Look, about last night—” I began, sliding a leg into my pants.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Lena interjected, reaching for her blouse. “We were both drunk. It’s fine. It was a mistake, and won’t happen again.”

I nodded. “Okay,” I answered.

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