William's POV :
I woke up to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar curtains and the smell of perfume on the pillow next to me.
Sarah's apartment. Sarah's bed.
She was sitting up with the sheet pulled to her chest and her hair falling messily over one shoulder. Pillow marks pressed into her cheek and she was staring at the wall like she was trying to decide something.
I shifted and she turned to look at me.
"So," she said and her voice was rougher than usual. "That happened."
"Yeah."
"I wasn't that drunk." She twisted the sheet between her fingers. "I remember everything."
"So do I."
She bit her lip and looked down at where her hands were fidgeting with the fabric. The silence stretched between us and I could hear someone's TV through the wall and cars on the street below.
"This is weird," she said finally.
"Little bit."
"I don't usually—" She stopped and tucked her hair behind her ear. "I don't do this. Hook up with people I barely know."
"We're not strangers."
