"Josh." Leah whispered, pulling the covers up over her bare chest. "Josh," she repeated, this time leaning over to gently shake a sleeping JC. JC, rolled over, and blinked up at Leah. "C'mon on Josh wake up," She panicked, an urgency in her voice.

JC immediately jerked up at the sight of his bestfriend in his bed. "Leah what the hell?" JC whisper-yelled.

"I don't know, you tell me!" Leah replied, wide eyed.

"Did we? Oh no!" JC panicked. He leapt out of the bed, searching for his clothes, Leah doing the same.

"I can't believe this!" Leah shrieked, the previous nights events all coming back to her at once. The alcohol, the music, the...sex! Oh. My. God! Leah grabbed her dress, and slipped it over her head, she glanced over at the digital clock. It was seven in the morning! Her head pounding, she paused for a moment to gather her thoughts. Leah was so embarrassed, she couldn't believe what she had just done. She was never the type to lose control like that, she felt like such a...whore! "Oh my god!" She groaned.

As JC slid his jeans on and buttoned up his shirt, a million thoughts raced through his mind. He and Leah had just did it. They had sex. Drunken, sloppy, slutty New Years sex. He then looked over to Leah. But it wasn't just drunk sex. It was sex with Leah, which made it different right? It wasn't like he got so drunk that he didn't know the difference between up and down, and that he just crawled into bed with some random chick, no, it was Leah. That made everything okay, right? This was different, it wasn't just some one night stand, it was his bestfriend who he truly and deeply cared for. It wasn't just drunk sex, it wasn't just sex either, he may have been a little out of it, but he remembered everything that had happened in that bed. It wasn't just sex, they had made love, and it was beautiful. So why did it feel so wrong? Snapping JC from his thoughts, he looked around the room, from the floor to the trash can searching for a condom wrapper. He didn't see one. Panick started to wash over JC, everything coming back to him in flashes, like a camera. He remembered stumbling up to the suite, busting into the bedroom, and rushing to get their clothes off, hopping into bed, but not unwrapping a wrapper, not putting on a condom. He felt like a bad PSA for safe sex. How can I be so stupid? "We didn't use a-"

"It's okay, I'm on the pill!" Leah interrupted. She was growing more frantic by the minute as she searched for her other shoe. Looking down at a black stilleto, JC picked it up and tossed it to Leah. After putting her shoes on, she met JC's gaze. "Josh...I- I don't know what to say." Leah stammered. How could she possibly explain herself?

"Leah." JC sighed. What should he say? He didn't want her to place all of the blame on herself. He was the one that offered her a drink, asked her to dance, and invited her up to his room afterall.

"Where does this leave us?" Leah asked nervously.

"I don't know." JC replied honestly. He still had a lot to figure out. He stll wanted to tell Leah how he felt for her, but was afraid that it would be the wrong move, that and he was still with Bobbie. Shit, Bobbie. I forgot! JC's actual girlfriend had completely slipped his mind. He had made a promise to Bobbie, that he wouldn't get drunk and sleep with Leah, and that's exactly what he had done. This was a messy, messy situation.

"I should go." Leah said, barely audible. With that, she walked out of the door, and out of the suite, JC too stunned to stop her.