Headache

Lara woke up with a headache. The place she was in was dim, and just a little light could pass by the curtains and reach her eyes.

She was in a hotel room. There was someone sleeping next to her.

She could hear their breathing, and a pair of strong arms were circling her waist. Her head was on their shoulder, but she couldn't move away because of the tight grip.

Something was terribly comfortable about that hug, but she needed to get up. First of all, she needed to go to the toilet. And, likely, to collect her things and return home.

She was without clothes, which made it clear enough what she had been doing that night.

She sighed, turning on the side and showing the back to the blonde stranger. She could spot, after a few minutes of staring in the dark, his hair colour. But his face was sunk in the pillows.