Peering under the covers, you saw your nude form and instantly knew who was lying by your side. You weren't completely lost to the night of passion and remembered every dirty moment of your raunchy night, you just wished that you didn't. You wished desperately you could blame alcohol, but rather it was a mixture of anger and sexual tension that had hung around too long that left you shaking up with your colleague. Even though you remembered the hellish night before, you looked over to the side to see Alex groggily waking up.

"For fucks sake," you groaned, throwing your head back into the pillow behind you.

You instantly regretted speaking as it meant that your bed mate awoke and you could hear your other two roommates out in the hallway talking about general things, not knowing that you had spent the night with your male roommate, and you certainly didn't want them to know that.

"Good morning to you too," he grunted, rolling over to look at you.

"I can't believe I am stupid enough to be another notch on your goddamn bed post. When I woke up I thought that I just had a bad dream but seen as I can see my bra on the lampshade, I know I didn't," you huffed.

"Do you often dream about having sex with me?" He smirked.

You waved your hand dismissively at him before moving your finger to your lips to indicate quiet.

"Keep your voice down. Under no circumstances can anyone find out about this, especially not Meredith and Izzie," you whispered in a stern tone.

He continued to smirk at you, knowing it would annoy you more than assist in any case.

"Are you ashamed of having sex with me?" He questioned. "Maybe we should try again and see if I can change your mind."

As he spoke, he moved a handout to touch your hip but your quickly swatted it away.

"This was a mistake," you hissed. "Now you're going to close your eyes and I'm going to get dressed, then when those two have left the hallway, I am going to leave, and we will never discuss this again."

"Why do I have to close my eyes? It's not like I haven't seen it all before."

You shot him a glare, slapping his shoulder to stop him from talking any more.

"Don't be an arse," you frowned.

"But it's so fun."

With that you threw your pillow over his face to hide his eager gaze.

~*~

Written by Charlotte.