TWENTY SIX: WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?

LEYSA'S POV "Ugh." I touched my head... it’s painful. Shit, I don't want to get drank – ‘cause hangover is real. But wait, I opened my eyes. "Wait. Where am I?" said my mind. This is not my room, also not my children's room. I roamed my eyes across the room as I leaned over next to a man with his left hand tightly wrapped around me. Wait! What? I was analyzing who this maniac next to me was, because he was lying down while his left arm was towards me. And he’s not wearing any shirts on that’s why I can visibly see his flexing muscles while his sleeping face was facing in my direction. Shit! It's Frederik Wilford. Damn! I suddenly sat down so his hand that holding me moved. Fortunately, it did not wake him up, and yes... I was wearing clothes. But this is not the dress I was wearing last night, it's a man's t-shirt, f*ck! Did something happen between us? Think Leysa... you are so stupid, you got drunk, and now you do not know if something just happened or not. You foolish gal, y