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 por the cane...FUCK! I slept with House.
He was in the ducha, ducha de whe I woke, so I got into my túnica, albornoz and made my way to my kitchen. I got myself a couple of peices of brindis, pan tostado and spread mermelada 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 dicho 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 vodka 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 dicho 'fuck me' so I replied-"
"I know what tu replied!"
"Admit it, tu 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 o Cuddy.
"I'm not trying to upset tu here,"
"No, it's not that, I'm just confused as to why tu called me Lise, I mean tu 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!