Her eyes refused to play ball and adjust to the light, they would hardly even open to let that happen. The light surrounding was incredibly bright so she gave up trying to open her eyes and lay resting. Her back ached, telling her she wasn't in bed, well at least not her bed. Whatever she was laying on was hard and freezing to the touch, a massive contrast to the warmth radiating from next to her. The rest of her body ached, but not from sleeping on the floor, it was the all to familiar feeling of a hangover. She also recognised the achy feeling in her legs and feet that were identical from when she went out clubbing all night in her highest stilettos. This was the old Zoe Hanna though, right? Wrong, this was the situation that Zoe was now once again in.

It wasn't long before she managed to peel her eyes open, this time get eyes adjusted to the different level of brightness enough for her to make out that she was laying naked on her kitchen floor. Perhaps the biggest shock came when she became with it enough to make out her partner in this situation, Max.

Her recollection of the previous night was hazy to say the least, she could remember leaving work and going to the pub. She could remember conversation in the pub turning to her colleagues believing that she could no longer club all night. It was a challenge and Zoe Hanna thrived on challenges. Arriving at the club was also quite clear in her mind but after that there were gaping holes in her memory.

She didn't want to move from her position on the floor, firstly because she was secretly enjoying being draped across Max and secondly because if she moved and woke him by accident then she'd be faced with an awkward situation sooner than she was ready for it. Anyway, she had some thinking to do first.

What happened between entering the club and waking on the kitchen floor?

Who else knew about what had gone on?

Why did she have a scene in her head of her and Max exchanging the three words she hated more than anything?

Asking herself the questions that she most wanted the answers to was pointless, considering she didn't know the answers and her brain was refusing to produce them in protest to the alcohol it had the previous night. It was a blur that was becoming no clearer.

As she felt Max move beside her, Zoe gently set about untangling herself from him but gently to avoid waking him. She needed to move, she needed to shower, she needed to get dressed, she needed go get away for a bit. As she stood up, she took one more look down at Max laying naked on her kitchen floor before she left the room.

A shower had made things no clearer in her mind but at least she was feeling a bit more human. She didn't know what she was supposed to do know though because what ever she did it was going to be extremely awkward once Max awoke.