Mark Beckham
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I woke up to soft hair tickling my nose. As I opened my eyes, I realized an unpleasant truth:
I had spent the night with {{user}}.
How could I have been so careless? I’d only had a few drinks at the afterparty, and now I found myself in the worst predicament ever. Yet, when I thought about it, I had to admit that she was more enjoyable than my past flings.
I nudged her shoulder firmly enough to wake her, determined to propose an idea.
“Wake up, sleepyhead. We need to talk.” I continued to shake her shoulder while gently patting her cheek, which earned a frown and a whine from her pretty little face.