I groaned, rubbing my face on the warm mattress underneath me. There was something definitely different to what I usually feel when I wake up. My arms were stuck, tightly holding another warm pillow. The other was under my leg.

I liked how I sleep with my pillows. Mum thinks it's weird, but I don't care what she says. I like to sleep with a pillow in between my legs, so my feet are warm all night.

But this time, it wasn't as soft as the other pillows.

I groaned again, pulling the pillow closer.

I should've screamed, but, my brain only started to work a bit by bit and I tried to make sense to why the pillow was so big, that I could feel it on my whole upper body.

Just to make sure I wasn't dreaming, I decided to drag a leg over it, going up, feeling it. That, definitely wasn't a pillow.

I was finally waking up.

I was rubbing a leg with mine. And a hairy one at that.

I finally opened my eyes, eyeing the soft skin under me, the inner part of the arm of whoever the heck I slept with. I slowly let go of her body, not even risking to turn her way because I didn't want to see her face when she realises that I didn't even remember what happened.

I dragged my arm over, ignoring how smooth her skin was, yet so detailed. Don't go there Alan, I reminded myself.

I pulled away, putting my weight on my elbow, right when I felt a movement above me.

"Hey," a whisper came and I fell back down. "Oh, I'm so sorry I scared you... here."

I turned to my left, coming face to face with Bailey. "Bailey?" I whisper-asked back.

She smiled, looking bright as ever, both hands filled with a glass of water and tablets. I took them, gulping down the medicine.

Finally, as it settled, I realised that it was the headache that was messing with my head. Giving the glass back, I tried to get up again. "I slept with you?"

She looked taken back but then shook her head. "No, and I'm kinda' glad in a way. For both you and I, of course. Do you remember anything from last night?"

I had no idea why we were whispering. I shake my head, just as I felt a movement from next to me on the other side. A groan was heard from the room and I turned my attention to the girl that was next to me.

So, I didn't sleep with Bailey. But then, the voice wasn't as feminine as I thought it'd be. And I would never be ready in this wild world to what I came to find out.

I was up and off the bed before my scream echoed in the room. I stumbled onto the floor, getting up as fast as I can and then Bailey was the next one to scream.

"ALAN! Cover yourself up!"

I barely turned to Bailey to register that she had her eyes shut with a hand over her face. I looked down and my body ran cold. I snatched the blanket that was over me this whole time and covered my front.

On the bed, as bare as a new born baby, sat Max fucking Winters.

I couldn't feel myself breath. I could barely feel my hands. It was so hard to look at him without seeing unnecessary parts.

Max was a little confused and was mumbling about the headache he was getting, massaging it to stop.

"MAX! You too for god's sake! This is not what I signed up for!"

He soon seemed to realise and grabbed for the other end, making me freak out. I pulled at mine and we started a tug war. He seemed a little confused at what I was doing there standing naked, but he made sure to cover himself up.

"You know what, I'm going to go." Bailey started to the door. "You guys fix whatever that's going on with yourselves and come down. Max, there's the meds on the side table." She opened the door, turning back with a glare which turned into a squeak before she turned away.

I turned around, realising that she saw my behind.

"What I wanted to say was... don't destroy the room. Trav isn't going to too happy when he finds out you both couldn't hold yourselves in your pants... that's not on you..." she sighed, ignoring our jaw dropped unbelievable looks. "Whatever, just, come down. The place is trashed and since you guys stayed the night, you can to help clean up."

We only snapped out the zone whence slammed the door behind. I was the first one to move and I pulled the blanket from him, making it the first corner that was available, covering myself up.

I couldn't believe it.

It couldn't be true.

No way.

I mean, I know... I liked him and something...

I stared at Max, ignoring his nakedness as he slowly reached for the glass of water and had his part of medicine. So, he's hungover as well. That meant that, he wasn't himself when it happened.

If, it happened.

Can't pretend for long that you don't not have a feeling that something did happen.

"Never thought that you'd want to see me this desperately Baker," he said, placing the glass back.

It took me a few more seconds to figure out what he was talking about. "Shut the fuck up Winters," I finally spat back. "Tell me what you remember."

He only a little taken aback from the way I talked, but he didn't move from his position of leaning on the headboard. "How much of it do you want?"

When did he get so cocky?

I didn't like how he was smiling though. It woke things that should stay sleeping and it wasn't really helping the situation. Not when... I was so vulnerable in front of him.

"Did we... did we... you know, d-do it?"

I tried to hide my cringe. My life was messed the fuck up. I was done for.

"Well, I don't know... I don't feel anything. So, I can't be too sure. But I mean, we woke up on the same bed, naked, hammered. What do you think?" He sat up, giving me a raised brow.

"What?"

"Do you feel anything?"

I didn't want to know what he meant. "Feel? I-I don't know... I don't fucking know..."

He seemed to realise that I wasn't that comfortable as him with the new information that coming into view and moved to get out of bed. Fucking finally. Not that he was standing up. I meant that he realised that this was an actual problem where he can't relax and laugh about.

"Hey," he muttered, a hand reached out as if he was being cautious.

Did he think that I'd bite him or something?

Maybe... maybe I will.

"Look, calm down and we can talk it out." He took a step but stopped when he saw the look on my face. "I was asking if you feel any pain. Tired? Pain... you know... down there... inside..."

I didn't want to tell him.

I didn't want to agree that he was right. I did feel them. I didn't want to though. But, it was there. The burning feeling, the tire and the feeling of difference, in places I've never thought twice about.

I knew my heart betrayed me when I felt the tears drop from my eyes.

Max seemed to understand and he slowly gulped. "So now you know."

I rubbed my face in anger as I tried to control my feelings. I couldn't just fall and crumble. Not in front of him. More or less because of how I felt about him.

"Hey," he said though, walking up to him and I averted my eyes, not really comfortable with the situation. "We can—"

I waved my hand out in front of me, startling him. "Put some fucking clothes on!"

"Oh, sorry." He moved around the area, finding his clothes along with mine. He chucked them to me while he wore his. But then, he stopped after shrugging his pants on. "Look, we can pretend that we never wanted to do..."

His voice turned deaf to my ears. All I could think was, he thought that we wanted to do it.

We wanted to do it.

We wanted to do it?

"How do you know that?" I interrupted him.

He looked confused for a second, trying to catch up with what I was saying.

"How do you know that we wanted to do it?"

For once in his fucking life, Max Winters was speechless. "What do you—"

"I would never want to do it."

That shut him up fast.

"I-I... wouldn't want to do what we did... I know myself. Maybe not, everything, but I think I would know if I wanted to get f-fucked by another dude. There's no way, that whatever we did was... given consent from both sides."

My words were harsh, I knew.

But I couldn't do anything about it. There's no way, even if I have this tiny crush on him, I'd sleep with him.

"What?" His voice was so low and soft that I barely heard it.

"You heard me... I wouldn't've wanted whatever we did last night." I felt like everything in my stomach was rising up my throat.

I couldn't look at Max's face at that moment, so I kept it directed to the legs of the bed.

"Wait... wait a sec. Alan, you're making it sound like... I r-raped you..."

I gulped. "You are smart after all."

I didn't get to see the anger on his face before he slammed me against the wall, trapping me. But, I did feel it ooze out of him. He was radiating rage from everywhere. "The fuck Baker?!"

He sweared.

"Think twice before you speak. I might've been drunk last night but I remember every, single, fucking detail. You might've been out of it even to remember a single scene but trust me. No was the farthest word from your mouth."

He was so close, and his words, they barely registered into my head. He was so different. He felt different. A part of me was still freaking out about the fact that I had nothing on underneath the blanket. Another told it to shut up, as if I had never showered naked in the lockers ever before in my life.

Somewhere else, my mind repeatedly told me that I didn't not like what Max was telling me. And my face seemed to show exactly that before the next thing I know, Max Winters was pressing his lips on mine, kissing me.

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So, life's a mess. But, I didn't want to stop HMH. I know it's taking me forever to have progress but it's happening.

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