Annabelle
I wake with a start, my heart racing as I blink against the unfamiliar light streaming through curtains that aren't mine. For a moment, I'm disoriented, until the events of last night come rushing back in vivid detail. My head is killing me.
How I'd had one too many drinks. How I'd called Nolan when I couldn't drive myself home. How all of those decisions ended me up back here, in his bed, wrapped in sheets that smell like him.
The space beside me is empty, the sheets cool to the touch. I sit up, clutching the comforter to my chest, my eyes scanning the room for any sign of him. His t-shirt is draped over a chair, his cell phone on the nightstand. The clock reads 6:45 AM. Early, but not too early for Nolan who's always up with the sun.
I hear movement outside the bedroom, the soft clink of dishes, the quiet hum of the coffee maker. My stomach knots with uncertainty. What happens now? Last night was... complicated.