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Jemma sat up in her bed and took stock of the situation. Unless she was wrong, she was still a little bit drunk. She was in last night’s camisole and panties, the rest of her clothes strewn across the floor. At least she’d hydrated enough not to be hungover. Although she was going to need a lot more water through the day.
She pulled herself to her feet, swaying a little, and let out a soft groan. She should not have let Fitz goad her into splitting that case of beer with him. She should text him, make sure he made it to his room okay. And Skye…
Thinking about Skye made half-memories swim to the top of her mind, surfacing from the haze of beer that still clung to her. Fitz had gone off to bed, but she’d found an excuse to stay out, lingering with the other woman. Beer had loosened her tongue and she’d said…
Her groan this time was a lot more heartfelt. Why couldn’t she keep her mouth shut? Now she was going to have to ask Coulson for a transfer. And she was just starting to like this position, too.
No, that was ridiculous. Maybe she’d get lucky and Skye was drunk enough that she wouldn’t remember.
That was ridiculous, too. She could handle this. This wasn’t the worst thing that had happened to her, not by a long shot. Even if confessing your attraction to someone you worked and lived in very close quarters with was a foolish, foolish thing to do.
Her phone buzzed from over on top of her nightstand. Maybe that was Fitz texting her. She picked it up, and her heart sank as she caught sight of the name. Skye had texted her. Except…
You up? I could bring you some coffee.
She smiled, sitting down heavily on the edge of the bed. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.