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    Why does my head feel like someone is bashing it with a hammer? And why do I feel like throwing up?


    My eyes feel stuck shut but I force myself to open one. A dim light in the room makes me immediately


    squeeze it shut again, groaning in pain. Ugh I feel awful. I’m lying my side and my right arm is numb


    under my own weight. I roll onto my back and try not to gag as my stomach rebels.


    “I hope girls night was worth it.” I hear Bemyment from beside me. My eyes fly open in shock


    and I bolt upright, the world spinning as I sit up. I press a hand to my head and find my hair is an


    absolute rat’s nest. I nce over at Bemy who is lying in the bed next to me, the nkets pulled


    down far enough to see that he’s not wearing a shirt. I flush red and avert my eyes before I embarrass


    myself by staring. I nce down and realise I’m only wearing a bra and my underwear. With a shriek


    that does not help my headache, I grab the nket and yank it over myself, tearing it away from


    Bemy enough to see that he’s wearing a pair of loose pants. So he’s not naked at least. I freeze up,


    clutching the nket to my chest and trying to remember exactly how I ended up here. I remember I


    was drinking with Megan, I fell off her bed. I wanted to see Bemy and then… oh no. Oh no, no NO.


    What did I do? That’s it, I’m done for. I’ll have to run away and move to some middle of nowhere town


    so that I never have to face Bemy again. My eyes dart around the room as I contemte my


    exits.


    “If you’re thinking of running I feel the need to point out I can track you pretty easily. Also you’re not


    really dressed for an escape.” Bemyments dryly, correctly interpreting my panic. I sigh and


    copse back into the bed, pulling the nket over my head.


    “You’re right, running would be a waste. Maybe I should look into memory wiping spells instead.” I


    grumble from under the covers. I can feel Bemy moving beside me but I refuse


    to


    pull off the nket, preferring the dark, although admittedly stuffy little cave I’m hiding in. Bemy peels


    up the edge of the nket letting a spear of light through and I cringe. He peeks through the gap and I


    can see that he’s leaning over me, his weight on one elbow while the other holds the nket.


    “If you’re going to erase my memory anyway, there’s no point hiding now.” Hements, amusement


    in his tone. I just groan again. The longer I’m awake, the more memories are returning. Did I seriously


    try and seduce him while wasted? I STRADDLED him. He stopped. me. I appreciate it, but I can’t


    decide if that makes it more or less embarrassing. Either way, I


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    definitely owe him an apology. I drop the edge of the nket just enough for my eyes to peer through.


    Bemy is still leaning on his elbow, half over me. He smooths the nket down a little to reveal more


    of my face. My words burst out of me in a mindless babble.


    “I’m sorry!


    sorry! I’m so,


    1 so, so sorry. I’m an idiot and I drank too much and I wasn’t thinking. I don’t usually do things like that


    and I’m sorry I embarrassed myself and annoyed you and-” I’m cut off by Bemy cing a finger lips.


    He has a satisfied smile on his face that I just


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    don’t understand.


    “Ryann, sweetheart, I’m not upset with you. You didn’t annoy me. It actually makes me happy. that you


    werefortable enough here to let your guard down. It makes me especially happy that when your


    inhibitions were lowered and you were vulnerable, all you wanted to do was be with me.” He tells me


    seriously. There’s emotion behind his golden eyes but my mind is functioning too slow right now to be


    sure what it is. I instinctively want to argue with him,


    but nothing he’s said is wrong. Still, it’s not okay.


    “That might be true, but it’s no excuse for how irresponsible I was. Not to mention I’m the one who


    keeps saying I want to take things slow and then I… well… ugh.” Would it be immature to hide under


    the nket again? Bemy strokes my hair soothingly with his free


    hand.


    “Hey, hey it’s alright. Sure you left me needing a cold shower, but it’s not like I didn’t enjoy what you


    were doing. I know you aren’t ready yet, that’s the only reason I stopped you.” He tries to calm me. His


    hand in my hair somehow makes me feel tense and rxed at the same time. Like I want to curl up into


    him and rx but instead, I’m fighting the urge and the result is my muscles arepletely tensed up.


    Bemy’sment about a cold shower processes in my tired brain and I can feel the blood rushing to


    my face.


    “I’m sorry.


    again.


    It was still really unfair to you. I’m sorry I made things hard for you.” I apologise


    “You might have made something hard but I suspect that’s not what you intend by that statement. If you


    mean to say you made my life difficult, then you’re wrong about that.” Bemy answers with a smirk. I


    just stare at him in shock. Did he seriously say that?


    “Bemy!” I groan in embarrassment and he justughs.


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    “Sorry Ry, but what did you expect? I enjoyed the view. Take it as aplement.” He suggests. I shake


    my head. That is definitely not helping. I suddenly notice what a vulnerable position I’m in, lying in his


    bed with him over me. I need to get out of here and gather my thoughts and that’s never going to


    happen with Bemy acting like this. Impulsively, I grab a pillow from the bed and shove it against


    Bemy, pushing him backwards. He bursts outughing.


    “Alright, alright. I’ll let you be. Teasing you is just too much fun. Do you want some water?” he offers.


    Bemy climbs off the bed and, using arge water bottle that he grabs from some corner of the room,


    re–fills the empty ss by his bed and hands it to me. I sit up enough to drink it. I don’t think water has


    ever felt this good. I can practically feel the coolness running. through me. Ugh, I am never drinking


    again. I nce around looking for the dress I wore in here. I can’t see it.


    HA


    “Bemy, do you know where my clothes are?” I question. He shrugs.


    “Not sure, you left it on the end of the bed before we went to sleep, but you moved around a lot


    throughout the night. It’s probably twisted in the nkets or fallen under the bed or something. I’ll find it


    later. Here, wear this for now.” He throws a grey t–shirt at me. 1 gratefully pull it over my head, feeling


    less exposed, I sit up properly in the bed and push the nket down so it just covers my legs.


    “Well, I enjoyed sleeping inte with you, but now that you’re up I should probably get on with my day.


    Starting with that cold shower I mentioned earlier.” Bemy winks at me.


    “Although I might turn the heat up if you want to join me.” He says suggestively. I don’t think he actually


    expects me to take him up on it, but in the dim light, standing in the doorway of his ensuite bathroom,


    with no shirt and his hair messy from sleep… I can’t say it’s not tempting. But I have definitely


    embarrassed myself enough for one day. No way I’m brave enough to go through with that right now.


    Without a word, I dart from his bed, stumbling a little as I rush out into the hall and into Megan’s room. I


    can hear Bemyughing behind


    me as I run away.


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