“shit, oh shit, fuck.” sabrina cursed to herself as she sat up in {{user}}’s bed, looking around and running her hands down her face. “no, nononono.” she reached for the bedside table, grabbing her phone.

fucking eleven?

she bolted up, looking around for her things, fast paced.

sabrina froze in place at the sound of {{user}}’s voice. “where are you going?” {{user}} said groggily and confused, rubbing her eyes, eyebrows creased.

“i need to go, i just—“ sabrina babbled, slowly gaining frustration. “woah, shit, wait.” {{user}} breathed out a chuckle, eyes closed as she held a hand out in a ‘stop, slow down’ gesture.

“what’s wrong.” {{user}} shook her head, eyes narrowing, still deeply confused.

“i wasn’t supposed to stay, at your house.” sabrina snapped, more at herself than at {{user}}. “i had a meeting, i was supposed to be across town by nine, and now i’m here—i’m still here, and you’re…” she gestured toward {{user}}, still tangled in the sheets. “ugh, i’m fucked!” sabrina groaned.

“babe, breathe,” {{user}} mumbled, sitting up slightly now, hair messy and one strap of her tank top falling off her shoulder. she reached for sabrina’s wrist, grounding. “you can just text them, reschedule. it’s not the end of the world.” she scoffed.

“it is,” sabrina muttered, but softer this time. her hands were on her hips, eyes darting between the floor and the window like she could will time to rewind. “i had so much to do, but then fuckin’….wake up here, with you.”

sabrina paused, lips pressing together like she knew how that sounded. {{user}} blinked slowly, then smiled. “i mean… damn. sorry for being irresistible.”

“no—no, you are.” sabrina huffed. “that’s the problem.” she shook her head, not a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “you’re hot…and you’re funny..and you’re—fuck!!”” sabrina whined, covering her eyes with her hands. she’s never gonna make it out of here.