His Hand Print.

I wake up to somebody harshly speaking over the phone and look around the room. This isn't my room and my head hurts so much!

Charlie appears with a scowl on his face but he is shirtless, oh no please don't tell me I slept with...

"No, we didn't. Relax." He must've noticed my panic, "How are you feeling?" He asked as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"Like shit. You look pissed." I said and he sighed running his fingers through his hair.

"Come on, let's go eat." He got up from the bed and extended his hand towards me.

"May I please freshen up first?" I asked and he hit his forehead with his hand.

"Of course I'm sorry, the bathrooms right over there. On the left cupboard, there's extra towels and brushes. And I'm sure you can find your way to the kitchen right?" 

"Yeah, thank you." I said and headed to his bathroom.

"And I'll put some extra clothes on the bed for you, I took yours off after you vomited at night." My breath imm