As I'm waking up, my head feels like a ton of bricks has fallen onto it and it's full of bruises. I'm glad though, that the room is quite dark as I open my eyes. I would not have survived the sunlight in that equation.

I'm somehow laying on my belly. It's been ages since I've slept like that, but it does feel nice. I look to right and see the empty space next to me. I can vaguely remember Keneti in my bed before I straddled him and made out with him.

Holy shit.

I push myself up and cross my legs, staring at a little dent on the headboard of the bed. I'm half-naked and I don't even completely remember how I got here. 

"Good morning." 

I turn around with my arms crossed over my chest to see Keneti just like I saw him yesterday, leaning against the doorframe. He's sporting a small grin, probably because I look like a mess. 

"How's your head?" He asks.

"Like the stampede from The Lion King has passed through it."

He laughs, "Of course you would compare it to that."

I grab a pillow and throw it his way, only to hit his legs softly. I groan, closing my eyes, as I throw my head back, which only intensifies the headache. 

"I put a glass of water and painkillers on your nightstand." Keneti tells me and I open my eyes to see that he indeed put it on my nightstand.

"Thanks."

I grab the painkiller, quickly chug it with some water before I pull the blanket around me. I then look back at Keneti who's just following my every move. 

"We kissed, right?" I ask him and he stands up straighter, "I can vaguely remember that we did, but I just need to make sure it wasn't a dream."

"Uh, yeah. We kissed." He stutters, but quickly adds, "But nothing more."

I huff with a smile, "Then I just took off all my clothes, huh?"

"Yeah." He sighs. 

"Man, I'm so weird when I'm drunk." I shake my head, "Thank you for stopping me."

"Of course. I didn't want you to make any more mistakes."

I frown at him, "Do you think us kissing was a mistake?"

"That wasn't what I meant. It's just that you just said that you're 'weird when you're drunk'."

"Yeah, because I literally can't remember anything and I would normally not get half-naked for no reason. I don't believe it was a mistake though, Keneti. I've never regretted anything about you."

 He looks down, but doesn't say anything. I'm not quite mad at him, just a little frustrated with him jumping to conclusions. Something else must've happened last night. 

"Has anything else happened?" I ask him as I stand up with the blanket around me. 

I walk to the walk-in closet and grab a sweatshirt from King's College. I drown in it, but I do love the comfort of oversized clothes. 

"No, not really." He quickly replies.

He's hiding something.

"I'm going to continue making breakfast." He changes the subject, "Just come down when you're ready, okay?"

"Sure."

I hear him leave as I sit down at the vanity table. How can he be so indifferent to what happened yesterday? How can he hide something I did from me? Man, I really wish my brain wasn't full of holes after alcohol. 

I'll remember in time if it was really important.

I grab some shorts out of the closet and put them on before I put my knot ridden hair in a messy ponytail. ... 

I walk down the stairs through the smell of bacon and immediately find my way to the kitchen. But I don't enter the room. I cross my arms and lean against the door frame, as I stare at every small move Keneti makes. 

"I know you've been living here for months already, but I could really get used to this." I say, startling him out of his thoughts.

He turns around to face me with a shocked look on his face. His facial features do soften up though as soon as he completely sees me.

"You look cute." He smiles, "I love that sweatshirt."

I smile back at him before silence comes over us again. Until I break the silence, of course.

"I meant what I said earlier, Keneti." I tell him, "I do believe kissing you wasn't a mistake."

"I know." He sighs, "But I also know that this is too soon. You have been through some hell weeks and you need time for yourself."

"I think I know what I want myself, thank you very much."

He sighs, "I know you need time. And that is what I want to give you. I'll always be here, George. I'll always wait for you."

"But you don't have to wait, Keneti. I'm right here."

"George, please. I don't want you to resent me because we moved too fast in any way possible."

"I'm-- I'm not going to--"

"Yes, you are. I know you, George. I'm not going anywhere, okay?"

I rub my face with the way-too-long sleeves, "I hate it when you're right."

He walks up to me and wraps his arms around my body. I lean against his chest as I wrap my arms around his waist. Honestly, I want to stay right here forever. But I remind myself that Keneti is leaving today.

"What time do you leave?" I mutter against his chest.

"My flight is at 11:30."

"That's like in an hour."

"Yeah..."

"Do you really have to leave this early?" 

"I've already pushed it back to the last possible minute."

"When is your ride here?"

"In about three minutes." He whispers against my hair.

"How much begging would it take for you to stay?"

"George, I really have to go home. It's been too long."

"Yeah..." I sigh, "I just don't want you to go."

"I'll be back before you know it."

"I'll miss you."

"You better."

I roll my eyes with a smile on my face, "I guess I'll be hating you from now on."

"No, you won't."

"No, I won't." I smile, leaning my forehead against his chest.

We stand there, comfortably in each other's arms, until his phone goes off, indicating his ride has arrived.

"Can I have a goodbye kiss?" I whisper as I look up at him.

"I don't think I'll be able to leave when I do." He whispers back, before he frowns at me.

"You really don't remember anything from last night?"

"Not really... It's quite a blur."

"Okay..." He takes a deep breath in and out, "I guess I'll see you in a few weeks."

"Yeah." I smile, "In New York."

He lets go of me and looks at the food on the stove.

"You should really eat some."

"Oh, yeah. I will." 

"Okay. Well. I should go." 

"Okay." I sigh as he slowly walks away, "I'll really miss you."

"I'll miss you too, George."

I watch him leave through the front door as a tear escapes from my eye. Not because I will never see him again, but because I feel like I'm missing something important. Maybe I should trigger it somehow.

Coming up with the idea, I reach for some leftover cocktail from yesterday. But before I can even drink some to jock my memory, some snippets flash back through my mind. And one makes me drop everything.

I told him I love him.