Hangover and doubt

Sean groaned as the morning light stung his eyes. Chloe rolled over and smiled at him. “Morning sunshine” she said “Drink a little too much last night did we?”

Sean looked at her. How did she manage to look so beautiful after just waking up and having drunk so much? “Ungh,” he groaned “how are you not hung over?”

Chloe shuffled closer to him and he welcomed her into a cuddle. “I’m not a flimsy lightweight like you are” she teased “I also know to drink plenty of water before bed. Last night was pretty crazy wasn’t it?”

Oh god, last night. He wasn’t sure he wanted to think about that. “Yea, you know I’m starting to think you might be right. I’m not sure I can handle it.”

Chloe groaned and pushed her forehead against his chest in frustration “I knew it. This was why I wanted you to say something last night. If you had I wouldn’t have minded but now I’m cross at you.” She pulled herself away, sat up and crossed her arms.

Chloe only slept in a pair of panties in their warm apartment and usually the sight of her pert breasts would be enough to get him to instigate some morning action but he thought that wouldn’t go down so well right now. “Why are you cross?” he said, desperately wishing that he didn’t have to deal with her temper and a hangover at the same time.

“You really have to ask? Fine, I’m cross because you have got your friends' hopes up. He offered you a chance to say no but you agreed and now you want to take it back?”

Sean felt abashed. She was right but then he had seen Magnus kiss her and it had made him feel weird. He wasn’t sure he wanted to feel like that again even if it had... stimulated him. He sat up as well and wished he hadn’t. Thankfully he kept a glass of water on his bedside table and he polished it off. “You are right, I don’t want to upset him. I was just a bit hasty and I’m not sure I want you to do it any more.” Chloe got out of bed and started pulling on her sports bra and shorts, god he loved her in those shorts. “Where are you going?” he asked.

“I’m going for a run. Hopefully you will have made up your mind by the time I get back. If you insist on calling it off I will be pissed but I’ll do what you want.” With that she left the room.

Sean could hear her clattering around in the kitchen then he heard the door. He was in the dog house and the worst part was that she was right. Magnus had said he would understand if he didn’t want to and he had said yes anyway. Did he really want to go back on it just because he got squeamish?

He was feeling miserable when his phone buzzed. He looked at it and saw a message that just read ‘In the kitchen’. He got up and on the counter was a fresh glass of water, some pain killers and a cafetière of fresh coffee. He smiled at the small gesture of affection and guzzled the water and painkillers before sitting down at the table.

The coffee gave him resolve. Not the coffee itself so much as her making it for him even though she was cross at him. The gesture of love gave him confidence that everything would be fine. By the time he had finished it and jumped into the shower to wash away the stale hangover feeling, he had decided to stick to his guns.