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I woke up in the dimly lit room feeling the softness of the bed beneath me. The memory of last night's events is hazy at best. I remember fragments - the sound of glasses clinking together, the taste of vodka on my lips, and the laughter that echoed through the room. I groaned softly as I sat up, rubbing my temples to try and alleviate the pounding headache.
The light streaming in from outside cast a warm glow over the hotel room, illuminating the scattered clothes strewn about the floor. A faint scent lingered in the air, a mix of sweat and perfume that seemed all too familiar. I looked around, trying to piece together what had transpired last night. The only thing I was certain of was that I wasn't alone.
As my eyes adjusted to the light, I spotted her - lying on her side across from me, her face serene in slumber. I couldn't help but study her features, committing every detail to memory as if it would somehow erase the uncertainty clouding my mind. The curve of her neck, the subtle rise of her shoulder, and the delicate contours of her ear... each one seemed etched into my consciousness forever. What did we do last night? And more importantly, what was I willing to do tonight?
