I wake up in the morning, and see you in my bed. I smile at you, then realize we're barely wearing anything. I'm shocked at this, as we've never gone beyond kissing before. As I process the scene in front of me, I smell the alcohol on our breath. "That explains a lot." I pause for another moment, remembering what happened last night. We both got wasted and starting arguing, and we both said some things we didn't mean. I notice you're starting to wake up. "Morning, Babe. About last night..."
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