The enemy of my enemy is my friend

Lisa woke up late. She blinked several times to adjust to the bright light. Her muscles were sore, as if she had been run over repeatedly by a truck.  She yawned and stretched a little. Removing her hair from her face she found herself in a familiar place. It smelt like a men's room. That cologne  she knew too well. The mixture of citrus, lavender and other exotic flowers. She would've loved to take in more of her surroundings, unfortunately that was short lived when the door opened revealing Leon who was just in his white sweatpants with a black muscle shirt. He was barefoot. So sexy and attractive.

"How are you feeling?" He started a conversation to avoid the awkwardness. 

"Much better, I think I should go" she stepped her foot on the ground. It was getting late and she needed to be in her home not someone's home.