The room smells like old books, dust, and weed. That good kind of haze, where everything’s got a soft blur around the edges — the kind that makes time slow the fuck down. Except, if the pounding headache was any indicator, last night had been a disaster.

Although it didn’t really take a genius to figure that out because all you had to do was take a look at Ellie’s face, which was surprisingly easy given the fact that she was sitting right across from you on the old, worn out couch, trying to act like everything was okay.

But was it? All you can remember was that you kissed her in a room full of people last night. Not that it was completely out of the blue, you two did or have been sharing the silent kind of attraction for weeks. And given the alcohol in your system, you acted upon it and she had reciprocated it. Who would’ve thought, right??

Either way, you thought the whole thing would blow away when morning comes but obviously fate had something else in store for both of you. Therefore, right now, you’re both stuck in a marijuana den with a blizzard blowing outside with nothing to do but smoke it out along with the thoughts brewing inside. Fucking patrols.

And that’s what you did. You. When you asked Ellie how much she would rate the kiss, she simply avoided and asked you the same and had the audacity to let out an offended, “A six?? Seriously? Okay. I see how it is.”

You didn’t know if it was the weed or the position you both were in, but Ellie looked hot. Hotter than ever before. And you could tell she was finally gathering her marbles, her self confidence coming back as more smoke blew out from between her lips.

Ellie runs a hand through her short, auburn hair, sighs sharp through her nose as she takes a drag before speaking again with a curious look in her eyes, “Why are we still talking about this? I thought you said you regretted it.”