I don't remember last night that well. I remember waking up in my bed, wering nothing...that's not right. I have a splitting headache and there's a mans clothing all over my bedroom. -FUCK! I slept with another random...but, my eyes were caught door the cane...FUCK! I slept with House.
He was in the douche whe I woke, so I got into my gewaad, kleed and made my way to my kitchen. I got myself a couple of peices of geroosterd brood, toast and spread jam all over them. It was then that I heard the familliar limp coming from my hallway, I looked up and his tall form came into view.
"Hey Partypants," he zei smiling at me as if I'd done something really stupid that night.
"Umm...hi?" I replied, obviously confused.
"You don't remember, do you?" he said, signalling the the clothes all over floor and the multipule empty bottles of wodka and wine alol over the table.
"Fuck me," I muttered to myself, but House must've heard.
"Wasn't last night enough for you?"
"What?" I had now reached to get some paraceatamol from in my cupboard to cure my headache.
"You zei 'fuck me' so I replied-"
"I know what u replied!"
"Admit it, u enjoyed it,"
"How could I have possibly enjoyed it when I don't even remember it 'cause I was that drunk?"
"Sorry, Lise,"
"WHAT!?" I was anngry but was confused as to why he had used Lise instead of Lisa of Cuddy.
"I'm not trying to upset u here,"
"No, it's not that, I'm just confused as to why u called me Lise, I mean u don't even use my first name!"
He inched closer to me. My insides melted at his closeness, he looked so sexy-I couldn't resist! His hands wrapped around my waist and my hands started pulling his face closer to mine. My lips were waiting for that longing kiss...............
then.............................................










I woke from my dream...
DAMMIT!