Terry woke up with a headache and looked around groggily, wondering for a moment where he was. Oh right, the sewing room in Karine’s house. Naked, with Christina lying on top of him. They’d had sex the night before. Right.
And he’d decided to give up, to be her boyfriend. To make Chrissy happy because there was no way Terry would ever be happy without Cerise. Waking up with any girl who wasn’t her just sucked, but he knew he couldn’t make things work with her. She just didn’t love him the way he loved her.
And here was a girl who did love him. Who was practically obsessed. He had to give her a chance, if only to prove he wasn’t the biggest asshole of all time. He’d apologized to her last night, he couldn’t go back on that now! He couldn’t revert to old behaviours!
FUCK! Get the fuck off me, you tiny little leprechaun of annoyingness! It took Terry a good five minutes to extricate himself from Christina’s grip without waking her up. He moved slowly and held his breath as he shifted under her, gently picking her up and putting her back down, covering her cute little naked ass with a sheet he found on the floor.
Making as little noise as possible he pulled on his jeans and grabbed the rest of his clothes, slowly leaving the room. Once out in the hall he breathed a sigh of relief. God, fuck Christina. He wasn’t gonna date that psycho!