"Are you sneaking out on me?"
Oh shit. She hadn’t been counting on that happening “I…am.” Laura cleared her throat. There was no point in tip-toeing around it, just like she’d been literally doing before this very second. Last night only came back to her in the vaguest of blurry snippets, but it was as plain as day what had transpired.
How could she do something this degenerate? Here she was, up at the butt-crack of dawn at ass o’ clock, attempting to sneak out of a room she did not recognize and getting caught in the process, which was in itself humiliating because sneaking was an essential part of her training; how could she screw up this badly?
Laura tugged at the bottom of her dress- only to realize it wasn’t the dress she put on for the club last night, but an over-sized teal hoodie. His hoodie. And dang if he looked good without it, sitting up in bed like that. And…was that her dress on the floor, straps torn off beyond repair? What exactly did she drink?
"I will go now. Things to see, people to do- I mean, I-" She full-on glared at him. "There will be no breakfast, and I declare this shirt mine. Good day." With that, she slammed the door shut behind her.