Oops... Yup this one straight attached itself to my brain and denied me sleep. Lol. Garvez... Oh boy the things drinking can do. __________________________________________ Her head is pounding and she remembers why she insists they go to the same bar every time. It's because taquila is a fickle friend to her. She can have exactly one margarita with normal alcohol content or two shots, but no more than that or... well there used to a country song about taquila making clothes fall off and well yes, yes it did. She had had two drinks and they were strong and now she's pretty sure she's dying. She's getting ready to be brave enough to open her eyes, when she hears the shower running. 'Oh God! Oh my God!' Is all she can think as the horror of what she may have done sets in. Did she bring home a complete stranger or possibly worse not a complete stranger?!? She is relieved that she's fully clothed, but the sleep shorts and tank top mean that she changed. She sits up slowly even though she wants to feign sleep, leans out to look at her disheveled living room, and immediately flops back down face burnt red. Her bra is hanging off the lamp and she's pretty sure she saw her pants on the arm of the couch. The shower stops and she closes her eyes, but she really needs an aspirin and some water. She reaches blindly for her cellphone and her fingers brush a cool bottle of water. She risks opening her eyes to find a bottle of water and her bottle of aspirin on the nightstand. She's sure she had enough time to take it and 'go back to sleep' before whoever is in that bathroom comes out. She takes a pill and greedily gulps the water. Before she can react her bathroom door opens and a shirtless Luke Alvez appears. "Hey you feeling okay?" He questions, retrieving his shirt from the floor by her bed. This cannot be happening. It cannot. She's never drinking anything more then glass of wine ever again. "Uh-huh." Is what she manages to answer. His face lights up, it should be illegal to smile like that this early. "Good. Dry toast or greasy food for your hangover?" "Greasy food." She responds before she can stop herself. Surely this was platonic thing, like with Derek. It has to be, because there's no way that they would have... That he would even want... "Cool. I'll go grab something real quick. I gotta walk Roxy." He pulls on his shirt and kisses her forehead, lingering for just a moment. "Come on Rox." The dog that was apparently sleeping in her living room jumps up and wags her tail as she waits by the door. "Luke?" She can't let him go without asking, she just can't. "We didn't... I mean I'm sure we didn't, but we... You and I..." She's stammering and making no sense. He shakes his head, "No we didn't." She's not sure why she's happy and disheartened all at the same time. "Of course we didn't you wouldn't want..." "Drunk. I didn't want you drunk." He interrupts and paces slowly back up to her bed. He runs his thumb over her cheek, before leaning in and kissing the opposite one. "Since you forgot, Miss Garcia, I'll tell you again. I want you, but I also don't want to be a regret. So if you still want me when I get back, we'll go from there." ___________________________________________ Oh boy. I love the concept of this... Not sold on the end. Hope you guys enjoy it. Love to my Loves ❤️❤️