SOL - Done it Again Part 1

You wake up warm and with a pounding head. Your arms are wrapped around someone. You know at once that you are the big spoon. The body that you’re pressed against is warm and soft. She’s snoring so gently that it’s almost unnoticeable.

Trying to be tough about the pain in your head and the dryness in your mouth, you open your eyes to see unmistakable red hair. Riley.

But Riley’s body doesn’t feel like this. She’s lithe and smooth, firm but supple.

This girl is all womanly curves. Reality hits like a football to the face.

First you freeze, but then you act. The tiny room comes into focus, but you are not interested in the room or anything in it. You just have to get out of this bed without waking her. Fortunately, you’ve had plenty of practice doing that with various girls over the years.

You don’t even look for your shoes, you just find your phone and go straight out the door in your underwear. It’s still dark; being seen is the least of your worries, and at a distance, your underwear might pass for workout clothes. Being barefoot? That will raise eyebrows.

You creep into the cabin, scowling as you pass Lara’s bunk. Her covers are off. She’s on her back, her undershirt pushed up enough to reveal some abs, and her half-wood poking out of her panties. The fact that she’s attractive isn’t what you resent about her.

A few steps on, you pass Riley. She sleeps peacefully on her side, only her head showing.

You freeze, realizing that someone is already awake. It’s Aki.

She sits on her bed in her overly simple white panties and undershirt, watching you watch Riley.

You give her a warning look, which she doesn’t react to, and hurry on to the bathroom. There, you throw up miserably before diving into the shower. Safe in the steamy shower stall, you allow yourself to think and try to remember.

Riona. Riona took you there. They were drinking. You were drinking.

Kayla. It doesn’t take a brilliant detective to figure out what you did or why.

Clenching your jaw so hard that it hurts, you lean your head against the cold, tile walls of the shower as the hot water pours on you. Your eyes sting. It is so rare for you to cry. You barely even cried in prison.

You let it out in private, but after you’re done you still don’t want to go back out into the cabin with the others. It feels safer in the bathroom. You wrap a towel around yourself and pick up your phone.

Riona is at the top of your recent contacts. You block her.