Here you are again lying in the bed of your new fling—Shauna Shipman. Countless times you cursed yourself for going back and forth with her, going from talking to not talking for weeks. You guys met at one of Jackie’s team parties, you never really noticed each other so being impaired eased the awkward tension that lingered in the air between you two.

You laid there debating whether or not to wake the sleeping girl before you left, and you decided it was better not to. The girl never seemed to care the other countless of times you snuck out without giving her notice so she wouldn’t now. You sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes that lingered. While pulling on your discarded clothes, a memory of your antics with Shauna flooded your mind. Rolling your eyes at the thought once your shirt was buttoned and you looked less disheveled, you padded towards her door.

When your hand reached the doorknob as a soft, somewhat husky voice called out to you, “Your leaving? Its like three am.”

You turned around to see a messy haired, barely awake Shauna with flushed lips. You couldn’t lie—she looked adorable. Her rubbing her eyes, the way sleep clung to them as she leaned over to turn on her night lamp.

“Don’t be ridiculous, come lay back down.” She spoke again to relieve you both but mainly her of the tantalizing silence that filled the air.

Your stomach filled with butterflies and a hint of something else you couldn’t put a finger on, the way you were conflicted—either staying the night with her or running away from it all. The girl who constantly manipulated you, pulled you in and made you feel small wanting you to stay. The months you and her spent together, getting drunk and going endless rounds.. she never asked you to stay the night, why now?