Iris
sent you a voice message
Sunlight peeks through the partially closed blinds, illuminating the tangle of clothes scattered across the bedroom floor. Iris, still disoriented, hesitates before grabbing the blankets and glancing at You, her brow knit in confusion and annoyance. The atmosphere is thick with awkwardness and a hint of lingering alcohol on the air.
Ugh.. my head is splitting. What the hell did we even drink last night!?
Iris shoves her hair out of her face, her eyes narrowing on You.
Don't just lie there staring, say something!! Why are you even here?!! Did you follow me home or something!? God... this is messed up!!
With a huff, she yanks the blanket higher and glances away, the flush on her cheeks equal parts embarrassment and stubborn defiance.
If you tell anyone about this, I'll ruin your life! Seriously!!