The sound of my familiar phone alarm wakes me up from my sleep. Without opening my eyes, I blindly reach for the source of the early morning ruckus. However, instead of meeting cold, rectangular-shaped metal, my hand comes in contact with warm, foreign softness. I snap my eyes open in horror, memories of last night event is replayed in my mind. I have drunken a little bit too much, I warily think as my eyes fall on the lump in front of me, buried under the same comforter that covers my body. My one, I gulp nervously after eyeing my own torso. My heart beat accelerates at the possibility of what might have happened last night.

 

, I curse mentally while slowly lifting the comforter to reveal a messy array of strawberry-blonde strands, continued by pale, smooth back. He is clearly asleep, judging from his breathing that comes out slow and steady. Most of his face is covered by his hair, but I can still spot his pinkish lips that are slightly ajar.

 

“!” I curse--verbally and loudly right now--because , I have never slept with anyone before, and it turns out that I spent my first time with a total stranger while being drunk, leaving me with no memories of it at all. Great.

 

The man is startled by my outburst and quickly rolls onto his back. His bedazzled, doe-like eyes scan my figure—making me self-consciously wrap the comforter tighter around me—before relief finally washes over his (admittedly) handsome face as a comforting smile finds its way to his lips. I have no idea why, though.

 

 “WHO ARE YOU?” I yell out in panic instead, while pulling the comforter toward me protectively, resulting in his bare chest and stomach being exposed. I look away instantly in embarrassment.

 

 “Baby, what’s wrong with you? Nightmares?” he asks with genuine concern and I flinch at his term of endearment. I don’t even know him, how dare he call me ‘Baby’? I steal a glance at him and I see befuddlement crosses his face as he sits while furrowing his eyebrows. He inches closer and I can feel my body stiffen.

 

“Stay away!” I bark warningly but he pays no heed to it.

 

“Hey,” he calls softly, hand reaching out to caress my cheek so that I’ll look at him. “Baby, it’s me.”