I woke up with a pounding headache. My mouth felt like it was filled with sand and the only sound in the room was the gurgling of my nauseous stomach. My stomach was empty, which was a good thing, or I would probably already be in the bathroom vomiting.

The sun was pouring through the dark drapes in the room and the window was on the wrong side of the room. Where was I? This wasn't Aiden's room; I always stayed in Aiden's room when I slept over. The room looked vaguely familiar, but the last time saw it, there was just a bed and a table with a lamp on it. Now it had some other furniture, a chair in the corner, and a dresser. There were band posters on the wall in frames. Who frames their posters? Next to the chair in the corner were three guitar stands. I could see a light acoustic guitar, one that had too many strings, and a dark silver electric guitar. Ezra's guitar. My eyes went wide. I was in Ezra's room. I was in Ezra's bed. What the hell happened last night?

I kept looking around the room for answers and didn't find any clues to fill in the missing pieces of my night. My eyes caught a glimpse of the solid black t-shirt I was wearing. I looked down and realized it was not the one I remember having on when I got to the party. The shirt was far too big on me, except in the chest due to my breasts. My hands flew to my chest and I was relieved to feel I still had my bra on at least.

I pulled the blanket off my legs and was in horror when I saw I wasn't wearing any pants. My panties were still on, but no pants. My thoughts were racing. I didn't remember what happened after I got to the party last night. All I know was that I was in Ezra's bed, I was wearing what I think was his shirt and I seemed to have lost my pants at some point during the night.

Did I have sex with Ezra?

"Don't panic." I whispered to myself.  "Think through this logically and try to look for clues."

I looked back down at my new wardrobe; it was time to panic. All the signs pointed to yes. I was in his bed, wearing his t-shirt, missing my pants, and I vaguely remember something about him standing in front of me at the kitchen table. I could hear Ezra's voice muffled in my ear, but then I remember Aiden's too.

What did I do last night?

I began to remove the blankets and started to climb from the bed when the door opened, making me jump. I pulled the blankets back to cover myself. A shirtless Ezra walked in, carrying a bottle of aspirin and a glass of water. He was wearing dark gym shorts that were hanging dangerously low on his hips. I could see the lines on his stomach leading down lower in a mouthwatering way. His long, lean torso was hard and defined. His ab muscles moved as he began walking towards the bed. As he got closer, I saw he had a cluster of music notes tattooed just above the band of his pants. There was another tattoo right above his chest; it looked like a tribal design. I wasn't quite sure what it was, but the intricate pattern was beautiful. He was flawless.

Without a word, he handed me the glass of water and opened the bottle of aspirin. He shook out two aspirin into his hand and he reached out to hand them to me. I hesitated and he raised a curious eyebrow at me. Breathing in deep, I closed my eyes and grabbed the aspirin out of his hand. A fire ignited inside of me when his hand brushed mine.

"You look like hell." He said, breaking the silence.

"I don't feel so great either." I admitted.

I opened my mouth and placed the aspirin on my tongue. He handed me the cup of water and I quickly took a sip to swallow the medicine down. I had to fight the urge to throw it back up immediately.

"You were completely trashed last night." He stated the obvious. He looked down at me, waiting for a reply. My mind was spinning, trying to run through all the missing details of my night. I didn't remember anything after I got to the party.

Sadness filled my eyes and I tried to hold my tears back. I needed to ask him the next question. I didn't blame him if we hooked up. I just needed to know what happened to fill in the gaps.

"Did we do something last night?" I asked nervously. I looked away from him and began picking at a piece of fuzz on the blanket covering me.

"Are you asking if we had sex?" Ezra raised the corner of his mouth into a devilish smile.

I looked back away from him and stayed quiet. I had moved on to a string that had come loose and was trying to pull it off.

Ezra was amused. He sat down on the bed next to me, I turned my head and he was staring directly at me. His blue eyes were flickering with excitement and he licked his lips as he looked down at me. He placed his hand over mine, causing the butterflies in my stomach to come back.

"Are you anxious to go again already? I'm exhausted, but I think I can manage." Ezra said, biting the inside of his cheek.

"Oh, god, we did. Shit!" I closed my eyes and started spewing out the thoughts running through my head. "What are we going to tell JD?  I don't even remember what happened last night and you were probably wasted too and don't remember. It was just a bad mistake and poor judgment due to the alcohol. What was I thinking? Well, I know what I was thinking. I don't know why I have been thinking about you..."

"Riley." He cut me off mid-ramble. "Nothing happened between us last night. Trust me. You would never be able to forget if I fucked you."

My face was burning red. I was about to admit to him that I have been thinking about him. He may be annoying, but he was right.  My body would know if I had sex last night. He might have been a little cocky to think having sex with him was so magical that I would remember even while being blackout drunk, but I would have felt different if something happened. A flood of relief and embarrassment flowed through me, but it still didn't explain why I was in his bed with different clothes than I came into the party wearing. He owed me some answers.

"But I'm wearing your shirt and I don't have pants on." I looked down towards my body and looked up to see him staring at my breasts. A trace of a memory flashed across his eyes and he shook it away.

"I didn't know where your things were, so I put you in my shirt. I was trying to put a pair of my sweatpants on you, but you kicked me in the head." He chuckled a bit and pointed to the side of his head. I saw a little red mark on the side of his face.

I fell back into his pillow. This was beyond embarrassing. I jumped to the conclusion that we had been together when he really was just trying to be a good guy. He was JD's friend. He understandably did not think of me in a sexual way. I was the band's little sister, after all. I took the pillow from the other side of the bed and covered my head with it. I sent a muffled scream into the pillow from my humiliation.

I felt the pillow being pulled away from my face. Ezra pulled the blankets back off me, exposing my legs and panties. I could feel the cool air hit me and I reached my hands down to pull the bunched-up shirt down to cover myself. Ezra caught my hands before I was able to and he pinned them back to the bed. He shifted his weight and used one of his knees to part my thighs so he could position himself between my legs. He held his weight up using the hands that were pinning me in place. I looked down at the space between us nervously. My body wanted him to touch me. My head wanted me to run out of the room and get as far away from this house as possible.

"I really enjoyed watching you down on your knees in front of me."   He lowered his head close to my ear and he cooed. His hot breath in my ear drove me mad. I could feel moisture building from his words. He smiled as he watched my confused, delayed reaction.

"Wait. What?" I asked in horror when my brain finally caught up.

"You fell off the bed when I was trying to get you dressed." He lowered his head and laughed at me.  "You are not very coordinated."

I pushed at him angrily.  I was tired of being made fun of by this jerk. My head hurt too much to deal with him this morning. He laughed again as he looked down at my frustrated face.

"Let me up."  I complained as I tried to slither out from under him.

"I am in no way done with you yet." He whispered darkly as he grabbed my bare hip and moved me back in place under him. I felt like I was going to explode when his fingertips dug into my skin, holding me so I couldn't move again.

"What are you doing?" I chirped out.

"You were watching me last night." His words sent electricity through my body.

"I was not." I said back breathlessly, denying everything.

"You're a terrible liar. You wanted me to see you last night." He accused.

"You're delusional."  I said, fighting against him.

He pushed his hips forward slightly and brushed himself against my inner thigh. My body trembled when I felt him through the thin fabric. I closed my eyes and my head rolled back against the bed.

"Thought so."  He boasted when my body gave me away.

"You're confused." I said in a weak voice barely above a whisper. He softly brushed himself against my leg again and my hips bucked off the bed wanting him to push harder against me. I moaned in a voice that did not sound like my own. He was torturing me.

"Who's confused now? It's not as much fun when you aren't the one doing the teasing, is it? You feel that. That is what your little tease did to me last night. My dick has been hard all night thinking about you touching yourself for me." He had me right where he wanted me.