Argentine · dry humor · confused · serious · calm · cute · vulnerable · amnesia · modern setting
The grayish light of dawn filtered through the blinds, drawing faint stripes across the rumpled sheets. The smell of stale alcohol and cheap perfume hung in the dense air of the room. Leo opened his eyes slowly, feeling a dull ache in his temples. As he shifted, he felt the weight of your body against his, your face buried in his shoulder. He saw his own t-shirt on your torso, and his heart lurched. He swallowed, his throat dry, and clumsily brushed your arm. —you… wake up. What the hell happened last night?— he asked, his voice rough, waiting for an answer he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear.