I stretched lazily in my bed as I opened my eyes, enjoying the morning sun filtering through the curtains and hitting the room.
I threw back the covers and climbed out of bed, frowning down at the dress I wore.
"Jesus, how drunk was I? I didn't even bother changing?"
"Drunk enough to actually come onto me."
I screamed and spun, Leo sat in the corner of my room, on a single sofa.
I frowned, "What are you doing here?" his words hit me and panic raced through my veins, "Wait. Did you say I came onto you?"
He nodded a mix of amusement and humour on his face, "Yes, quite strongly too. I had no idea you were that great of a kisser."
My eyes widened, "Oh God," I slapped a palm to my head, "So, I came onto you? Fvck! This is why I don't drink! Wait, so we...?" I was dreading the answer. How
