In the morning when Mia woke up, she was still in his arms. He was sleeping peacefully with her head on his chest. They both were still bare, and their bodies were entangled in each other's arms.
Her whole face turned red when the memories of last night hit her head. Blood could be dropped from her face as she realsied how bold had she become, how she had initiated the last night's acts.
How in the name of lord did she get all the courage.
She covered her face from the blanket as she cursed herself. If only she would have been drunk. At least, she could have blamed the drinks, but now she had nothing to even blame for.
How would she face Adam now? Then she thought of an idea. Why not sneak and go home before he would wake up and then meet him later. At least that time gap would help her in collecting herself and behaving normal again.