Good Mourning

You smile as you wake up wrapped in Bob's protective grasp. But as you snuggle closer into him you can't help but think of today as a Black Friday. Your little adventure will soon be over - do you really want it to end?

Gently, you free yourself. You're not gentle enough, though, and he gives off a huge yawn as he wakes up.

"Damn, that was some party, huh?" He grabs his head in discomfort.

"Oh, why do you boys always do this to yourselves?" You fuss, bringing him some water to drink, "I'm glad Mike and Jack didn't decide to buy another bottle!"

"Whoah, why am I naked?" He nearly spills his water. "Why did we wake up together? What happened last night?"

"You mean you don't remember?" How could he possibly forget?

"No, but I'm starting to get a good idea," A smile starts to form on his lips.

"You don't remember?" You stupidly repeat. We kissed and he doesn't remember?!

"Hm, we need to clean all this up in an hour before my parents come back." He changes the subject as he sees the clock.

"How can you not remember?"

"Listen, Veronica, maybe some things are just best left forgotten?" He asks with a hopeful glance.