We Can Eat Out

Sarah's POV:

 

I was awake and looked at Anthony's face, which was so close to mine, with his long, pointed nose and short eyelashes.

I smiled, then he slowly opened his eyes and looked at me. "What?" he noticed our position; we both slept on the floor with his hand encircling my waist as he refused to let me go last night.

I quickly stood up. "You made me sleep on the floor," I hissed. Anthony looked around and then noticed he was shirtless.

"What happened?" He massaged his temple before he stood up.

 

"You were drunk."

"Why didn't you take me home? Why did we have to sleep here?"

 

I picked up his shirt and shot it at him. "Let's get going then." I didn't want him to ask me questions about what happened yesterday because I didn't know how to explain his madness.

 

"Wait… My head hurts a lot."