____________The Morning After Dinner_______________
Fumie heard herself groan as she regained consciousness, her eyes still closed. She had had the most horrible nightmare...she thought. Something about
Zori and a dinner and Lauryn was there. She didn’t remember exactly what happened, but she did remember that it had been bad. Ugh. Fumie made to
stretch only to feel an arm tighten around her waist. How had she not noticed that heat before? Who the fuck was that? She opened her eyes,
the early morning sunrise threatening to blind her as it streamed through the window of her bedroom. Fuck. What the hell had she done to
herself?! Her head felt like it was going to explode and her body ached all over. Pushing the arm at her waist back to its owner, she tried sitting
up, only to watch the room start to spin. Fumie’s hand held her forehead as she closed her eyes again, trying to focus on who the hell was in
bed...with...no.
No. Nonononononono. She looked down at herself, her nightmare seeming to become less dream and more reality all at once. She was naked and in bed with
Shemar. A hand covered her mouth as a small yelp tried to escape. She couldn’t deal with this. She couldn’t have done what she thought she had.
She couldn’t have! And the dinner...Oh God that dinner! She shut her eyes tight again, a hand running over her face. Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!
Fumie frantically pulled at the sheets, wrapping them around her as she stood, trying to distance herself from something she knew she couldn’t get
away from. She slept with him. Oh fuck. Standing had been too much. She sat again on the edge of the bed, willing the room to stop spinning
as she tried to gather her thoughts.
What the fuck happened last night?