The next morning

You are awoken by Ashley Greene groaning under you as she wakes up.

"Honey?" she mumbles in her sleepiness, squirming beneath your weight.

"Yeah?" you respond, still half asleep with your face buried in the nape of Ashley's neck. You feel her warm body jerk as she suddenly tries to push you off her, but you're **** to move and she's not strong enough, plus she must be hungover.

"Oh my god. Who are you?" she asks.

"...huh?"

"Who are you?!? Where am I? Did we...?"

You slowly open your eyes and push yourself off the bed slightly, so that your face is inches above Ashley's. When you look into her eyes, she gasps as she recognizes you and starts to remember about last night.

"I'm John," you state. You look to your left, at the curtains, where the sunlight is trying to sneak in unsuccessfully, then back at Ashley.

"The Ringer," she murmurs.

"Yup."

"You said I could crash here..."

"Yup."

"And then we had some champagne."

"Correct."

"And then... what?"

"You don't remember?" you ask with a wry smile.

"...no." Ashley looks down the small gap between your bodies, although her breasts are still pressed against your chest and your morning wood, or whatever time wood it is, is poking at her stomach. All she has on is the tiny red thong.

"You said you wanted to go to bed and asked me to help you here, because you had one too many and couldn't walk straight."

"And then what?"

"Then you asked me to help you with your dress. I did, then I was about to leave, when you asked me to stay with you."

"And then we... had sex?"

"Yup. It was good," you say and pucker your lips at Ashley. She kisses you instinctively with your lips less than an inch away, before she withdraws and regrets it immediately.

"But I'm engaged," Ashley raises her left hand to show you the ring. "I can't believe I cheated on my fiance."

"Well, I asked you if you were sure you wanted to," you lie. "And you just begged me to fuck you. I couldn't resist, you're so beautiful." Ashley's expression softens at the compliment, and she blushes.

"Oh god, why did I have so much champagne? It always makes me kind of randy and black out," Ashley says. You lean down and kiss her again, this time harder, and she lets your lips linger longer until she breaks the kiss. "We shouldn't... It was a mistake."

"Your fiance won't find out," you say, staring down at her. You can see that Ashley is considering what you said, but after a while, she shakes her head and pushes you off her. Now fully awake, she can muster the strength and you don't resist, letting her roll you over to beside her.

"No. I can't. It was a one time thing," Ashley gets off the bed and starts looking for her clothes. She can't find them in her frazzled state, and she doesn't think to look under the bed where you had kicked her clothes to. She walks out of the room, continuing her search, and you take your time to get out of bed. You wait for her to leave, before reaching under the bed and retrieving the phone from your pants. You have a few messages, mostly congratulations from famous people on the movie. There's one from Maria Menounos, and it's just a few eggplant and red dress emojis. You wonder if she thinks you fucked her friend using her advice to get Ashley in the mood. You venture out of the bedroom, where Ashley is searching high and low for her clothes. You let her keep going, until she finally gives up and sits on the couch in the living area. You go to join her and she covers up her breasts with her arms, drawing a chuckle out of you. You sit down beside her, naked.

"I can't find my clothes."

"Must have misplaced them. It's a big suite. I'm sure they'll turn up," you say.

"Well, I have nothing to wear. And I have no phone, keys, or money. I can't even go home." Ashley looks crestfallen at her predicament, so you decide to help her.

"Actually, I can help you with that."

"You can? How?"

"I can teleport you into your home, as long as I can see a picture of it."

Ashley shrugs, then remembers something. "Oh! Check my social media feed. I posted a selfie last week at home with- I posted a selfie."

You use your phone to look it up, and indeed, Ashley did post a selfie at home with her arms draped around some guy. You assume it's her fiance.

"Okay. Let's go," you stand and offer Ashley your hand. She looks at it suspiciously and hesitates. "Come on, we need to be touching. And trust me, I've seen your boobs." Ashley sighs when she realizes you're right, and she stands and lowers her arms, letting you have a good look at her breasts in the daylight, and takes your hand. You then activate the teleportation ring and just like that, you two are standing in her house. Ashley stumbles, slightly disorientated. She looks around and touches some of the furniture to make sure she's actually home.

"Wow. That's so cool..." she mutters. She looks around, then at you, not sure what to do. "Thank you, I guess. This is a really huge help."

"Sure," you grin, just standing there and still holding her hand.

"I'm sure you have more important things to attend to. I'll be okay from here. Thanks so much," Ashley says, trying to get you to leave.