- 01 Jul 2019, 18:12
It was some hours later that Zara awoke, groggy and discombobulated. She sat up, nearly immediately regretting it when her body reminded her just how mortal she was. Ouch. She glanced around the room, squinting at her surroundings, hands spread out on the bed. Huh...where was Ivan? She sniffed, pressing her palm to her eye before trying to stand.
He'd been pretty drunk last night. They both had been. Maybe he was paying the bathroom a visit. She strode across the room to the bathroom, knocking gently before creaking it open when there was no answer. Huh. Not here. She pursed her lips, looking around the room for clues. She'd remembered taking off clothes at some point, and hers were still on the floor. But then where were Ivan's? Stepping out into the living room, she took it all in. Still no Ivan. And to the kitchen. Nothing there either. All that remained were the three empty bottles. Sp she hadn't imagined that bit...
So after all that he just...left?
A part of her felt deflated, and she sat down on the sofa, biting her nail. Had he gone back to Nathan? Maybe Astrid called for him?Maybe he just wanted to go to the gym and sweat out the lasting alcohol. That sounded about right. She tried to recall the night's happenings, nodding along as she pieced it together, and then it hit her.
"Fuck." She whispered, covering her face. How could she have told him that!? Shit, shit, shit, shit! Hopefully he wouldn't remember...otherwise there would likely be an awkward conversation at some point.