Chapter 3

                                    

                                          


                          
The next morning, better say afternoon, she opened her eyes slowly to find her head pounding heavily. She frowned and rubbed her hands on it. It felt like a hammer was hit on it, better, it felt like a truck ran over her. Her mouth tasted awfully and it was dry, it tasted like paper, she even felt like her tongue was swollen.
                          
"Oh fuck..." She whimpered turning around and burying her face on her pillow. "I will never drink again!" She said regretting all the alcohol she had that night.
                          
Rafaela tossed and turned unable to get out of the bed, her head was heavy enough to keep her glued to the pillow and it hurt around her eyes, so it begged to be closed. Nevertheless, she was thirsty, incredibly thirsty. She dragged her body off the bed and then eavesdropped on her bedroom's door. Everything was silent, not even a sound could be heard, so she opened the door and stepped out just in a shirt and her panties. When she got to the kitchen she jumped.
                          
"AAH!" She yelled grabbing her shirt and pulling it down to cover at least her panties. She looked puzzled and scared at James, who hid behind the counter but not fast enough for her not to see him just in his briefs, and red ones. "What the fuck?" She finally exclaimed.
                          
"What are you doing here?" He asked visibly disturbed. Rafaela noticed how he was slightly blushing, but then she also felt her own cheeks heating.
                          
"I thought no one was here!" She responded. James didn't say anything as he was distracted scrutinizing her legs, she noticed how his eyes raked every inch of her showing legs and she felt embarrassed but at the same time flattered. He couldn't stop staring at her though he knew that was wrong but he had been taken away by her beauty since their unfortunate encounter near the toilets.
                          
"Go away, so I can get out of here too!" He was able to say a bit disturbed, ater all he was only in his underwear and not is best one. Rafaela turned around and ran back to her room, closing the door behind her. 
                          
"GOD!" She exclaimed loud and extremely embarrassed while searching for a pair of shorts. "Like this fucked up hangover wouldn't be enough. UGH!" Rafaela struggled getting inside some sweaters she found meanwhile.
                          
She came back to the kitchen where James was there but already in a pair of jeans, still bare chest. Rafaela's eyes racked his torso unwittingly and James could barely look at her after their weird encounter. Her hands hankered for running over his back and Rafaela shook her head to clean her mind.
                          
"I'm sorry." She finally told him. "I thought I was alone in here or something."
                          
"It's ok...let's forget it and pretend it didn't happen." He told her. Rafaela nodded but then the thought of his red briefs made her giggle. James crocked up an eyebrow and she blushed, looking down at her feet.
                          
"What?" He asked suspicious.
                          
"Nothing." She said taking a deep breath so she wouldn't end up laughing. Rafaela went to the fridge and opened it searching for the milk, but James peeked above the fridge's door to find her laughing quietly.
                          
"Ok...why are you laughing?" He asked raising an eyebrow.
                          
"I'm sorry...but I can't shake away the thought of your briefs. Red? I mean... Red?" She laughed and James blushed. 
                          
"Hey...I live alone with two other guys." He excused himself. "Sometimes I don't have the time to do the laundry, so I have to go with what is clean." He told her, but he didn't seem to be mad or bothered, he was relaxed, like just teasing her too. 
                          
"So you don't live with your parents?" She decided to ask while she closed the fridge.
                          
"I don't have parents." He said turning around to put his glass on the sink, but there Rafaela felt some resentment, hurt, or just the need not to say much about that subject.