EITHER SOMEONE IS POUNDING nails inside my head or I drank way too ing much.  Considering I feel like , my guess is the latter.

     My body feels weighed down as if I ran a marathon.  So damn sore and achy.  Why the hell did I drink so much last night?

     Oh, right.

     Not only did I see my high school sweetheart for the first time in a decade, but he was also with my worst enemy.

      my life.

     As I twist and stretch in bed, I'm regretting that last drink.  Rather, last five drinks.  Daesung can be such a bad influence sometimes or an enabler, maybe a bit of both.

     Looking down, I realize I'm only in my boxer and try to remember when I took off my clothes.  After stumbling my way out of the ballroom, my mind goes a little fuzzy.

     It's not until I hear the sound of the faucet squeak and water shut off that I realize the shower was running.  Daesung has some explaining to do.  Probably brought that bartender back to his room last night, and now he's trying to hide--again.

     Blinking, I try to clear my mind, and suddenly, the bathroom door opens as memories of kissing Jiyong surface.  Oh my God.

     Please let that kiss all be a dream.  Otherwise, I made a complete fool of myself, and I'm not sure I'll ever recover from that.  

     "You're awake."

     My eyes widen as I recognize that voice.  Definitely not Daesung's.

     If we kissed last night, and I'm only in my underwear and he's still here, does that mean we...No.  right?

     My thoughts linger as I finally look over and see Jiyong standing in the bathroom doorway.  In a low as towel, dripping wet.  My gaze follows the water drops dripping from his hair all the way down his chest and abs.  I swallow when I see his happy trail from his belly button to where it disappears below his towel.

     When he clears his throat, I realize I was gawking.

     "If I'm actually awake and not dreaming, then I'm wondering what you are doing here..."  I manage to finally speak.

     He raises his brows when my tight grip on the sheet releases and expose my chest.

     I'm a ing mess.  I quickly pull the covers back and shut my eyes.

     "You feeling okay?"

     I open my eyes and in a breath.  He steps forward with a hand out and presses his palm against my cheek.  "You're flushed."

     No .

     I swallow, looking up at him.  "I think I drank a bit too much last night,' I admit.

     Jiyong's arm drops as he chuckles, and I immediately miss his touch.  "You could say that."

     Looking down, I wonder if he took off my suit or if i did.

     "So if you're still here and I'm half and you're all the way .." I ramble, frustrated that I can't get the damn words out.  "Does that mean we ...uh, you know.  Slept together?"

     "Well actually, i slept on the couch." He points at the sofa that's clearly too small for him.

     "You had with me and then slept on the couch?" I blurt out.  I probably half- kicked him out in my drunken stupor. ". Never mind.  I'm so sorry."

     "For what?" he asks, narrowing his eyes.

     "I don't know.  I can't really remember." I chew on my lower lip and need this to just be over.  "Well, I remember the kiss.  But anything after that is kinda fuzzy," I shamefully admit, not making eye contact, and burying my face in my palms.

     Feeling the bed dip, I look up and see Jiyong sitting in front of me with an amused look on his too perfect face.

     "Ri, we didn't have last night, but we shared one hell of an amazing kiss.  That's it, though.  We kissed, you threw up, I put you to bed.  I slept on the couch so I could keep an eye on you in case you got sick again.  That's all.  Then when I woke up, I took a shower."

     "Oh my God."  I drop my head into my hands.  I puked last night with him in here.  I hate myself right now.  Jiyong sees me for the first time in ten years, and this is what I do? .

     "Don't be so hard on yourself, Ri."

     "Well, for whatever it's worth, thank you.  I'm sure taking care of me was the last thing on your agenda, considering you had a date and all," I say, immediately regretting that last part.  I need to stop talking.

     Before he responds, his phone starts ringing, but he doesn't even flinch.

     "It wasn't any trouble at all.  It made me realizes how much I've really missed you.  We used to do everything together."  He flashes me a kind smile, and it adds another knife to my heart for what I did to him.

     "I know.  We were inseparable."  I sigh, not sure I can mentally go down memory lane right now.  Chewing on my lower lip, I allow my gaze to focus on his bare chest and stomach.  He most definitley didn't look like that in high school.  

     "I better get dressed," he finally says, standing, and I blink out of my stupor.  Pretty sure there's a drool dripping down my chin from studying every inch of his body.  And he watched me do it.  Great.  "I was thinking if you aren't doing anything later, we could meet