Jake Taylor was in my bed.

Why was Jake in my bed?

Glancing down at my hand a groan fell from my lips, bits and pieces started coming back to me. His kitchen and the way I acted, the nightclub. I punched him.

Then there was the car ride home, the things I said to him. Feeling my cheeks heat up I tried to stifle the giggle. I didn't want to wake him just yet. "What you laughing at princess?".

Shit.

"Why are you in my bed?". I asked lifting the covers gently. I didn't have the clothes on that I wore last night.

"I think you'll find this is my bed". His voice was groggy and full of sleep. He wasn't under the covers and he was still fully clothed.

I was in his bed?

take me home? my gran will be sick with worry. She was going

don't remember?". Watching as he sat up I couldn't stop my

that to your face?" I asked sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. He had a nice little blue bruise under his right

hit harder than most guys". He smirked. "You want some

be getting home. My gran will be really worried. I rarely stay out and

gran knows your here. Alanna covered for you. Now coffee how'd you like it?". Alanna had covered for me? The last time I saw Alanna I was pushing her

to know I won't be drinking ever again. Although I feel fine just my hand that's sore". And

coffee coming right up". Winking at me he left the room closing the door quietly behind him. This morning was going better than I expected. I had a clear mind on what happened last night I just wasn't telling him that. Every time I thought about it I could feel my face turning

myself

he practically called me a whore. I wondered if he remembered that? I couldn't remember

the covers back she got in beside me. "Never drinking again. My

time remind me not to punch your brother. It

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