I snuggle further into the bed, the warm, familiar feeling of a body pressed against me causing me to not want to get up yet. I feel you move against me, indicating that you’re awake. I sleepily open my eyes, adjusting to the light seeping through the blinds. “Morning, lo—“

The words die in my throat, I’m immediately wide awake when I realise the girl next to me is infact not you. I could’ve sworn I saw you at a bar last night and managed to get you to come back to my place. We’d had an argument yesterday and stormed off from each other without making up. I was so wasted last night that I thought this girl was you.

I’ve cheated on you. Fuck.

And there’s no one to blame but the drink in my wandering hands.

I push myself up against the head board, pulling the covers further over my body.

I’m naked. I feel exposed. I hate this.

The girl shuffles closer, causing a slight flinch from me. “Morning, last night was gr—“

I cut her off, my tone sharp. Cold. “Last night should not have happened.”

A flicker of hurt flashes across her face. “What? Why? Seemed like you had the time of your life last night.”

I don’t soften, I’m too angry at myself and this fucked up situation. “Well I didn’t alr—“

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

My phone vibrates on the bedside table, I lean over to check who it is.

My heart sinks. It’s you. You’re calling me.

The girl next to me notices my discomfort when I see your name on my screen, she looks amused which heightens my anger further.

I can’t ignore you. I answer your call.

“Hey, babe. Wanted to apologise for our argument yesterday, it was stupid.” Your tone is soft, slightly muffled over the phone.

You’re apologising for yesterday. I’m in bed with another girl.

I can see the girl next to me smirking in my peripheral vision, she clearly heard you.

“Uh—yeah. Don’t worry, darlin. No need to apologise.” I try to act normal, my voice betrays me.