Given The Cold Shoulder

As I lay spread across my bed, I suddenly feel a stir. Wait! Something is wrong. I cannot remember coming home with her. I feel her move again. My body stiffens, and I panic. Damn, this is so not how I wanted it to happen. I would have hoped our first time would have been one I would have at least remembered. Then she moves again. I might as well face the moment. I slowly open my one eye, bracing myself for the worst.

“What the fuck are you doing here? How did you get in? Bella?”

I was making myself ready for the worst morning after ever, trying to explain how much I drank and that I did not mean to forget, but instead, I find this.

Bella

“How did you get into the house?”

“I let her in.”

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I drove your drunk ass home. And now that I see you okay, I am going home. I will see you at the office later.”

“Thanks, is there anything ba