7. First for Everything   Part 1 

Slowly sucking in air, I released a muffled sigh. I was warm but slightly uncomfortable. 

My eyes groggily opened to reveal the sight of a headboard. It was a cushioned upholstered headboard with a diamond tufting and traditional camelback shape made with a black denim like material. It was a nice headboard, but it was not my headboard. 

How peculiar... 

My heavy eyes blinked as I moved my arms from under the pillow that cushioned my head rather gently. Despite me sleeping atop it, the pillow was cool. It must have been one of those expensive cooling pillows. A line of drool had trickled down my jaw line during my slumber, so I slowly wiped it off. Odd. I only drool in my sleep if I have been knocked out cold by those drowsy cold medicines while being sick. I stretched my hands towards the board and released a small whine. Everything hurt. 

My mouth was dry and tasted horrible. My limbs felt heavy and extremely sluggish. My muscles ached as if I trained for the Olympics without prior understanding. And my head... Jesus Christ, who knew a headache could be so aggravating! 

Maybe, I did take some cold medicine. I feel sick as shit now, so it all made sense. Expect for the new headboard and expensive pillow. 

I slowly lifted my head and looked around me. The room I woke up in was not a room I was familiar with. For one thing, it was bigger than my house's square footage. Everything that was used to furnish the place cost more than my house, individually. It was so sleek and modern, and I could honestly care less about it because – fuck – everything hurt! 

I sat up, cradling my head and blinked. The room was mostly dark minus the thin line of light that peeked from under the blackout shade that was pulled over the windows. I pulled the lavish and plush blankets closer to cover my goose bumped skin. The chill in the air made me want to climb back into the warm invite of the bed that was not mine. But I could not fall victim to its tempting inclination. I had to figure out where I was and how I got here. 

I sat with my legs folded to the side of me and yawned. I scratched my head and immediately regretted the action. Everything from my shoulder to the tip of my fingers hurt and my head did not appreciate what I did either. I turned to look behind me instead of the window that homed the annoying glare of the thin white line of light. 

As I did so, I caught sight of a foot. A giant foot. And attached to the foot was a long and muscular leg with dark hair. My breath hitched as my eyes traveled to the blankets that I held over my body and hid the middle of the strange man behind me. Due to my pulling, it covered a lot less than what I assumed covered it before. And it was the only thing covering him. 

He was naked. 

My eyes shot open, and I jumped up. Legs tangled in the sheets, I toppled to the ground. If I was hurting before, I am dying now. My legs hurt worse than anything above my torso. I also think I may have stood up too quickly because now the room was spinning. I laid on the floor to gain my bearings until I realized I too was naked and that there was one area that ached the most. 

I pulled myself to the bed by the sheets afraid that my legs may not be in working order now. I peeked over the side of the bed to the man that occupied it. He was dead in a siesta. His right leg and torso were open for view. He had a nice line of hair leading down the center of his stomach, splitting his abdomen in half vertically. It circled around his navel and continued down... well down to what I assume is the reason my reproductive organs are throbbing. Everything from his hips to his collarbone was covered in those same tattoos from last night – 

Last night! 

I pulled myself up and forced my legs to wake up. My stature was not at all solid. My legs were wobbly, and my head was pulsating in demand that I lay back down and sleep everything off. 

I stared at the man that I now believed to be D. I grabbed a pillow and covered the front of my very naked body and inspected the man. He had one arm – his right arm – lying over his eyes. His left arm was thrown haphazardly above his head. His chest rose and fell in a rhythmic breathing pattern that was quiet. A light purr that was barely audible. 

He was still asleep after all the noise I know I just made? I had to of been loud because right now my head is complaining that even my thoughts are too loud! 

Wait, Lia! Shut up, that is not what is important right now! 

I held my hand across my mouth to keep myself from screaming to both preserve the last of my dying brain capacity and to not wake up D. 

I took deep breaths to try to think of what to do next. It was quite hard because my brain did not want to think now, but I had to remind it that it was not allowed to take sick days since I needed it to live. Slowly, but painfully, it began to function and give me instructions. 

Get all your shit and run to the bathroom as quickly and quietly as possible. 

Okay, I could do that. Maybe. 

I overestimated myself drastically. Between my already discovered gene of clumsiness and my hungover state, there was no running and no swiftness. There was barely any quiet but luckily for me, D was a deep sleeper. I gathered my belongings – including my underwear clothing and phone – and stumbled to the bathroom. 

I closed the door softly behind me and nearly died when I flipped on the light. I quickly turned them off and decided to go with the lesser of the two and turned on only the shower light. Compared to the bright light overhead, the shower provided a gentle glow. 

I stood in front of the sink and turned on the chilly water. I proceeded to splash it over my face and take a few gulps. The icy water did well in waking me up and as I consumed more, I discovered that most of the hangover was dehydration. The more I drank the more relief I earned. 

I turned off the water and ran my hands through my hair as I tried to recall what happened the previous night. I met him at the club. We made out at the club. He invited me to go with him. We went to this... hotel. 

Okay, we were getting somewhere. I was in a hotel room. What else happened? 

I sat on the toilet and massaged my temples. Slowly the memories started to come back. Part of my pain was – yes – due to the abundance of liquor I drunk. But the other part was... 

Flashes of our "activities" came to mind. Clothes were thrown everywhere. His lips and tongue were... also everywhere. And we had sex... also everywhere! I remembered being pressed against the wall, laying across a table, thrown over the back of a couch, in the bed, on the floor, in the shower – I gasped. That explains the ass print that was too high for my height. Both my hands covered my mouth as shock caused a shiver to run through me. I was beginning to lose count on how often we did it and where. All I knew was that we ended up in bed. 

I stood up and began to put on all my clothes. I was beside myself in embarrassment. I never acted like that, ever! Getting drunk like that to the point I left with a random man who only gave me an initial for a name. Then proceeding to have sex with him repeatedly. Only God knows how often we did it! 

I huffed impatiently as I tried to tie my hair up in a messy bun. I turned off the lights to the bathroom and tiptoed out into the hotel room. I peeked around the corner to see that D had not moved from his position in bed. 

Not wanting to just leave, I grabbed a pen and pad from a table and wrote a note. I made my way to the door and threw it open. I then raced out and kept my eyes low. 

I never imagined in my life that I would perform a walk of shame.