<div class="floatleft">(http://www.portaldoholanda.com.br/sites/default/files/imagecache/2016_noticia_topo/captura_de_tela_2018-07-12_as_10.06.39.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Under the best of circumstances, Bailey was very much <em>not</em> a morning person. Under circumstances where she drank far too damn much and did questionable things in the aftermath? Well, there was a reason her very first reaction was to grumble in her sleep when the bed beneath her kept shifting around. One minute she was warm and snuggly, the next there was a cold spot behind her. Then it got warm again. Enough so that she was just starting to surface when the press of soft, pert flesh against her back fully registered. Of course, by the time she actually regained enough consciousness to move that ever enticing warmth was moving away and she was left to shiver slightly and curl up beneath the blanket alone.<br/><br/>Wait. <br/><br/>She had more blankets than this on her bed. More pillows too.<br/><br/><em>Where the hell...</em><br/><br/>Bright blue eyes still fuzzy with sleep popped open. The dull roar of a muffled headache began almost immediately when the brightness of the room hit her retinas but she had more practice than she'd ever admit dealing with the aftermath of her late night decisions so it didn't stop her from noticing Kayla's retreating form as the other female slipped from the room. Or remembering why she was in Leo's bed rather than her own. No, instead it was worry over the repercussions to come that consumed her thoughts.<br/><br/>Chewing on her lower lip, Bailey rose and rather than put her own jeans back on she snuck a pair of Leo's shorts the way she'd been doing forever. He'd get them back eventually. Her breasts were covered by the cropped tee she'd worn last night but as she was still waking up she didn't bother trying to stuff herself back into her bra. Instead, seeing that the bathroom was occupied, Bailey padded her way out of Leo's room and into the kitchen, going straight to the refrigerator in search of water while the scent of his cooking managed to convince her she was hungry.<br/><br/>"Hey..." she said softly, glancing toward him and hating that she now felt unsure how to act around her bestie. They'd had sleepovers growing up. Normally she'd have just jumped on him and ruffled his hair or messed with him affectionately but, like, were things different now? Wild child Bailey Herrera had grown up into... well, she was pretty much still a wild child but, this was different. And Kayla... oh gawd. <br/><br/>Her cheeks heated as flashes of having her head between her other best friends thighs flashed into her head and she turned back to her search for the water. "Soooo.... last night happened, huh?" </span>