Chapter 37: Mistake
Matthew
I open my eyes, squinting against the harsh morning light that streamed through the gaps in the curtains.
My head is throbbing, a dull, persistent ache that seems to radiate from behind my eyes. My mouth is dry, and my tongue feels like sandpaper against the roof of my mouth.
Ugh...I drank way too much last night. Luckily, the next conference wasn’t until evening.
As I slowly regained consciousness, I suddenly feel a warm weight pressed against me, a soft, feminine form molded to my body. Confused, I turn my head, my gaze falling on a mass of blonde hair splayed across my chest.
My heart stops.
Sarah.
She is naked, her bare skin soft and smooth against my own. Her leg is draped over mine, her breasts pressed against my arm. She looks peaceful in sleep, her face relaxed, her lips slightly parted.
But I feel anything but peaceful.
No....
Panic claws at my throat as my mind races, trying to piece together the events of last night. I remember drinking a lot. I remember Sarah helping me to my room, her arm around my waist, supporting his weight. But after that...it was a blur of disjointed images and sensations.