"Argghh…" a disgruntled groan echoed through the room as a body rolled into the sheets on the bed.
As he stretched, he couldn't help but curse under his breath. "Fuck… fuck… fuck… my head hurts like hell."
He suddenly sat upright, and just as quickly, he dragged the bedspread up to cover himself.
"And why am I naked?" he questioned no one in particular, tapping his head lightly at first as he tried to recall what had happened. When nothing came, he hit it harder, frustration building.
"Oh… fuck it…" he muttered under his breath as his eyes finally scanned the room properly.
"Where is this place?" he murmured. "Don't tell me I followed a stranger home…"
"And we managed to fuck?" He stood up from the bed, still looking around, and then noticed his clothes neatly placed on a table in the room.
The place was too neat—almost spotless. Not a speck of dust anywhere. He walked around, searching for anything that could hint at who owned the place or where he was, but nothing stood out.
