“Hey….wake up,”

Sam felt a soft prod on his shoulder and jolted awake. His eyes buzzed and whizzed around as the sleep from his eyes stuck his eyelids together. It took him a moment before he realised two things for sure.
a)he wasn’t in his own bed
and b) he was completely naked.

The later of which he could tell from the cool breeze he could feel on his upper thigh, a place on his body that would normally be warm and safe from the external world.
He rubbed his eyes before looking around him. The room was shut close, and the white furnishes of a study table and chair were lit up by a window directly on the opposite side. The curtains were flapping every so slightly in the breeze and teased at the decorative posters of different Bands on the wall where the desk sat.
He could see a smattering of plugs and chargers on the wooden floor and a wastebasket full of scrunched up paper and old chip packets. He slumped his head back towards where the voice came.
A young woman sat by the bed next to him. She had deep brown long messy hair which fell on her shoulders. A strand or two tickled at her brows as she brushed them away. Her eyes sat on small lightly dark circles and pale white skin and he nose wriggled as she watched his head rise slowly.
She was defiantly pretty. And the small twitch in her casual smile made Sam feel embarrassed at his current condition.
She wore a baggy hoodie, and socks…he couldn’t see any pants, but he assumed that just underneath it, she was just as naked as he was.
He let out a half-smile before scanning the room for the jeans he had on.

“Sorry to scare you like that…,” she said

“no…not at all…I should’ve woken up earlier anyway…sorry about that,” Sam yawned, still slyly looking for his clothes.

“It’s ok…I woke up a little while ago…you seemed pretty knocked out so I didn’t want to bother you,” she continued. “It was just getting a little late…and I didn’t know if you had plans today or not…”

She sounded sweet….like she actually gave a shit.
But Sam thought it was best to assume she was telling him to politely fuck off anyway.
He spotted a familiar blue denim at the foot of the bed, half-submerged in a pile of blankets and pillows. HE reached over, careful not to let the blanket in between his legs slip and pulled his jeans over to him. As he did he spotted the black v neck cradled in his leather jacket, just under the bed.
He turned his face over to her, slyly giving her a look of apprehension.

She got the message straight away as she got up and turned away from him.
He spotted her underwear from underneath her hoodie.
It was the same from the night before…THAT he remembered all too well.

He smiled to himself before pulling his Calvin Kleins, and jeans back on. Fastening the button on his jeans, he turned around to see her looking at him again.
He smiled half-heartedly and spoke, accepting the fact that his morning voice was going to make him sound as groggy as ever.

“Don’t worry, ill be out of your hair in a second…just need to grab my shirt…”

She laughed and pointed to where he already knew his jacket was.

“Its no bother…but my roommates are probably ready to do the judging before they head off to brunch, so you can hang in there if you like for a bit…”

Again it seemed like she was being genuine, but Sam thought the better of it. He liked her politeness…but he didn’t want to be THAT guy.
The guy who overstayed his welcome.
The guy who ended up boring the pants back onto the girl he just slept with.
The guy that turned off the girl that he just turned on.

“Na its all good…probably need the judgement, to be honest. Keeps me humble,” He slipped his head through his t-shirt before picking up his jacket, before looking back at her face.

Her brows were furrowed and she was biting her lip, staring at him. He could see she was annoyed

IN a sudden rush of panic, Sam realised his mistake.
He had rejected her. It seemed like a test, to see if he was a decent bloke.
If he stayed that meant he was a genuine bloke and if he just left, just like every other fuckboy she probably was used to.

How stupid of him not to realise…you don’t just spend the night and piss off. That’d be rude.
He knew he needed to fix his mistake if he ever wanted to see her again.

He searched for the girl’s name in his head. But in a fit of relief, his mind quickly flashed to a selfie of her, as he swiped right on her smiling face.

“…but maybe we can grab some of those doughnuts you were raving on about another time, Jess?”

Her eyes shot up and squinted at him slightly. Her mouth opening slightly before grinning at him. Clearly, she didn’t expect him to remember her name, much less the mindless conversation they had before they decided on their midnight rendezvous.
She seemed impressed as she edged slightly towards him and nodded….now, smiling.

“Yeah sure….just hit me up whenever,”

He smiled in return and turned to the door, twisting its doorknob and out of the room.