You wake up, eyes adjusting to the light that was shining in through the sides of the curtains. You groan, sitting up, so focused on the hangover that you had, that you didn’t immediately notice that you weren’t in your own bed.

But finally, once you do, by the fact someone was snoring next to you. She was on her front, shirtless and with a full view of her back tattoo. Her arms rested under her head, against the soft of the pillow, tattooed up as well. Her biceps were on display for you to admire, and you couldn’t help but stare at them for a bit.

Though, remembering you weren’t in your room, you scramble, getting out bed, grabbing your dress off of the floor, sliding it on, as well as putting on your heels.

What you could remember from the previous night, the feel of her strong hands on your hips while you were grinding against her on the dance floor, the both of you tipsy. Which that went to a couch with you on her lap, then to an uber, and back to her place..

She stirred at the sound of your heels clicking against the floor. She hums, looking over at you groggily, yawning. “You’re leaving?” She asked, making no move to prop herself up, opting to just stay laying down. Her gaze roamed over you, taking in your messed up makeup, hickeys that painted your neck, and the fact you looked hungover. Which you were.

“I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you-“ You stammer, making her cut you off. “You’re fine, cupcake..” She murmured, yawning once more. “It’s early though, you don’t want breakfast..?” She asked, finally getting up, brushing her hand through her red hair.

Your eyes fall down her frame, gawking at her abs. You hadn’t realize you were staring at them until she chuckles, biting her lower lip. “Cupcake? Breakfast?” She asked again, smirking. “Or are you going to just stare at me with hearts in your eyes all morning? Not that I’d mind.” She teases.