My mind slowly wakes up and I stretch out.

My hand touches the cool linnens of the empty bed beside me.

Then I hear the noises in the kitchen. This is a pretty noisy house.

At that thought my eyes shoot open. I remember the 'events' from last night and furiously hope that no one heard a thing. At least we tried to be quiet...

I get up and get dressed. Class starts at noon so I've got some time.

I walk out my bedroom, to the kitchen and see Axl and Izzy bickering over a frying pan and Slash sitting at the kitchen table. He's leaning on his hand and his face isn't visible under the hair.

"Morning" Axl and Izzy say in unison.

"G'morning".

My voice is a bit hoarse from just waking up.

Slash takes a cigarettepack out of his jeanpocket and stomps his boots to the balcony.

I follow him with my eyes and Izzy notices.

"Don't mind him. He's always cranky when hungover".

Axl nods and then turns to me.

"You want scrambled eggs?"

My eyes wander in the direction of the balcony.

"Uh, yeah... but, later. I'll uhh, I'll be right back"

As I walk to the balcony I hear Izzy go "you fuck, it was supposed to be an omelet. Stop stirring!".

Slash is leaning on the balcony railing, looking out and smoking slowly. I go stand next to him.

We don't say anything for a while.

Then without looking, he reaches into his pocket and holds a cigarette out to me.

I shake my head.

"I don't smoke"

The hand slowly goes back into the pocket.

"Good girl"

Fuck, why did he have to say that. Especially with that morning voice.

I poke my head in the hallway to see if anyone heard.

"Would you stop that?"

I hiss.

Slash now turns to me, leaning on one elbow.

"So you don't like it?"

He's grinning and looking me up and down with the cig smoking in the corner of his mouth.

I carefully avoid the question and go "did you tell them...? Izzy and Axl?".

"About what we-? Ofcourse not."

"Okay"

"And you won't either right? I don't like them all up in my business"

"No, wasn't planning on it"

"Aight" Slash throws the bud away and chuckles.

"I don't think Izz or Duff would like it to be honest. Me... doing... that to their roommate."

"Shut up"

I try not to laugh.

Slash stretches his arms with a sigh. His shirt lifts a little and shows his happy trail. A flashback from last night forms but I push it away.

He shakes his curls out of his face and looks at me.

"So, we won't tell anyone then?"

That's probably smart. I nod and joke "our little secret".

Slash steps in closer "good", he drags his hand from my waist to my ass, "cause I definitely wanna do that again", he squeezes.