Ouch for God's sake her head hurt like hell. Emma cursed herself tremendously. Why had she been drinking so much ? Oh yeah it was the sex thing.

Oh shit what had she done ? She suddenly remembered practically begging Zac to take her with him to his room. Fuck Emma way to be pathetic.

She sat up and slowly opened one eye. Shit this most definitely wasn't her room. She slowly turned her head, Zac was laying on his stomach next to her, still sleeping soundly.

Emma had no idea at all what had happened since they entered the elevator and she only remembered small glimpse after they left the party and she was starting to panic.

She looked down over herself, she is wearing a T-shirt and it wasn't hers. It had to be Zacs and she had her panties on, was that a good sign ?

Did she feel any different ? She couldn't say right now, mostly she felt like a dead cat.

She snug out of the bed and found her clothes. She pulled of the T-shirt and put it on a chair, then she put on her own clothes and snug out the room. She needed to clear her head before she could handle facing Zac.

Luckily her own motel weren't far and she didn't meet many people, but she felt they all looked at her, guessing on what she had done.

Back in her own room she swallowed a couple of painkillers with a bottle of water and then she went to take a long shower to clear her head.

When she came out of the bath she saw she had three missed calls and a text from Zac.
'Emma please pickup your phone, are you okay ? Where are you ?'

She sighed and send him a text back.
'I am okay. I am at my own motel, getting a shower and a change of clothes'.

His answer arrived so fast she couldn't help but wonder, how he had had time to write it.
'Good. Now be so kind as to open your door..now please'.

She looked at the phone, then at the door. Fuck ! She was sure she didn't want to open that door, but she probably didn't have much of a choice.

Emma walked over to the door and slowly opened it. Zac was standing right outside, his arms crossed and the look on his face told her that he was anything but happy.

When she stepped aside he walked in and she closed the door behind him. Not daring to say anything.

"What the hell were you thinking Emma ? Disappearing like that and then not answering your phone. Do you even know how scared I was ?" He turned around staring at her, his eyes were looking like he was close to crying.

She was staring at the floor. "Sorry, I didn't think about that. I panicked and I didn't know what to do. I didn't hear the phone because I was in the shower".

He relaxed a bit, lowering his arms. "Emma you had no reason to panic, what happened ?"

"What happened yesterday Zac ? I can't remember much after we left the party, well beside me acting pretty stupid". She was biting her lip.

He tried hiding a smile. "Oh yes, pretty stupid might be covering, but still kind of cute. Nothing much happened beside you forcing me to take you with me and trying to pull of my clothes in the elevator".

"Oh yeah, I might have done that". She blushed violently, when she suddenly got some flashes of what she had done in the elevator.

"Oh yes, I had to carry you to get you with me to my room and keep my clothes on. Inside my room you decided to take off your own clothes instead". Now he was the one blushing.

She swallowed and looked at him, asking uncertainty. "Zac, did anything happen ? Did we do anything ?"

He ran a hand through his hair and looked directly at her. "The only thing that happened was that I gave you a T-shirt and asked you to put it on. Actually I wanted to sleep on the couch, but you started crying begging me to stay with you".

She sighed with relief. She hadn't done anything that couldn't be righted. She reached out for him, but he stepped away from her hand, shaking his head. "Did you seriously think I would take advantage of you in that condition ?"

She hadn't thought about it like that and she didn't know what to say. He just shook his head and walked toward the door and before she could react, he had slammed the door behind him.