Chapter 19 - The Desk

• I woke up the next morning with a certain headache wearing a white t-shirt and underwear, it was intact although that was not something I was surprised by, the vague memories I had made me think that he had been a gentleman at all times and it was something that I completely liked. But the truth was that not all the memories were completely present in my memory.
• Anyway, the only thing that remained in my memories was a simple warm and soft kiss. If we had moved on to something else after that, I honestly didn't remember. Would I be able to do something like that while I was in a drunken state? ? What if we had done it and he didn't remember anything?
• The questions could be many but there was no point in looking for the answers now. The next morning I couldn't find it around the house, although I didn't make much effort to look for it. I went to the kitchen to make the coffee I had been craving so much.