I wake up last. And then apologize...

Surprisingly, you are the last one to wake up. You had buried Delilah in blankets before wrapping yourself around her. Spooning the person you had just anally railed felt strangely fitting, even if they were drunk…

You blink a few times and rub your eyes. The sunlight was shining right into your face. Your head felt slightly pounding from all the drinks YOU had taken. As you got up, your senses returned. You smelled coffee in the air and heard groaning. After a quick scan of the living room, you spot Delilah wearing your shirt, hunched over her kitchen sink, as the coffee slowly pooled in its contents into the jar.

You got up and grabbed your underwear before walking over to her. “Hey there, Delilah.” You said quietly as you grabbed her waist.

“Please don’t start singing, Warren,” she giggles slightly, rubbing her back against your chest.

“I’m sorry about last night,” you say, rubbing her head with your cheek.

“Sorry about what?” Delilah tenses somewhat before she turns to face you.

“I feel like I took advantage of you while you were drunk. I should have just taken you home. But, instead, we…well, fucked.”

“Oh,” Delilah looks down. “I– I didn’t really think about it that way.”

“Oh,” you say, now looking down too. You both stare at your feet as awkward air builds between you two. “Well, I’m saying sorry anyway.”

Delilah giggles somewhat and shakes her head. “Baby, I don’t mind. Really. I would have said something to you if I thought you were doing something wrong.”

You both look at each other. Delilah seems like the type of girl that would take the blame if her husband hit her. You frown and kiss her head. “If I do anything you don’t like to you, please tell me. I want to make you happy. Okay?”

Her teal eyes wash with different colors as they gloss over. “Thanks, Warren.”

“We should go out again sometime,” You tell her. “Despite the outcome of last night, I’d like to go somewhere else with you.”

Delilah grabs a mug and pours herself some black coffee. “You must be more hungover than I am.”

“Hm?”

She gestures outside. “It’s snowing.”

It was still October, and the weather had been pleasant all week. “A little early for this, isn’t it?”

“Not here,” Delilah replies flatly. “It’ll probably melt the next week, but by then, it’ll dampen my mood until spring.”

"So, what do you want to do then?" You ask her.

She leans against the counter. Her natural beauty is hidden somewhat by her hangover. She didn't usually doll herself up that much, but you're glad to know she's comfortable enough around you to be herself. She smiles at you when she notices your stare. "I'm not good at picking group activities. What would you like to do?"