Food for thought
Yes, he was drunk. How else did he get here?
If he had been sober he would never have knocked on the door of her hotel room.
Without alcohol in his system he would never have dared beg her for a night kiss.
When he stood in front of her she had just taken off her clothes. The blue-grey ensemble looked really good on her. He liked what he saw very much.
And yet he woke up in the room next to hers. The room of her best friend. As it turned out he was sharing (and apparently had shared) two single beds pushed together with two other young ladies and an other young man.
None of them were prepared to tell him what had happened that night but the twinkle in their eyes gave him food for thought.
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