Morning After

I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. I was in Will's bed, surrounded by luxurious linens and plush pillows. The morning sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the chiseled features of his face, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest. I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me to lie back down. As I struggled to remember the events of the previous night, a series of fragmented memories flooded my mind. The private screening, the whiskey, the passionate kiss... My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I recalled the intensity of our encounter. Just as I was starting to feel more coherent, Will stirred beside me, his eyes fluttering open. He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and I felt my heart skip a beat. "Morning," he whispered, his voice husky from sleep. I smiled back, trying to play it cool. "Morning," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. Will sat up, running a hand through his messy hair. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his eyes concerned. I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. My head was pounding, and my mouth felt dry. "A little hungover," I admitted, wincing. Will chuckled, getting out of bed to fetch a glass of water from the nightstand. "Here, drink this," he said, handing me the glass. As I sipped the water, Will sat down beside me, his thigh brushing against mine. I felt a spark of attraction, and my inhibitions began to fade away. "I'm sorry about last night," I said, my voice still husky from sleep. "I think I might have had one too many whiskeys." Will smiled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You were perfect just the way you were," he said, his voice low and flirtatious. As we chatted, the tension between us grew thicker, until it was almost palpable. I couldn't help but notice the way Will's eyes lingered on my skin, or the way his fingers brushed against mine. Suddenly, Will stood up, holding out his hand. "Let's get some breakfast," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I have a great chef who can whip up something amazing." I took his hand, feeling a jolt of electricity as our palms touched. As we walked to the kitchen, I couldn't help but notice the way Will's eyes roamed over my body, or the way his fingers intertwined with mine. The kitchen was a culinary paradise, with gleaming appliances and a stunning view of the city skyline. Will's chef had prepared a sumptuous spread of pancakes, eggs, and fresh fruit, and my stomach growled in anticipation. As we sat down to eat, the conversation flowed effortlessly, and I found myself laughing and joking with Will like we'd known each other for years. But as we ate, the tension between us continued to build, until it was almost unbearable. I could feel Will's eyes on me, burning with desire, and I knew that I was in trouble. As we finished breakfast, Will reached out, his fingers brushing against mine. "I want you," he whispered, his eyes locked on mine. My heart skipped a beat as I felt a rush of desire. "I want you too," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. As we leaned in, our lips meeting in a sensual, morning-after kiss, I knew that this was just the beginning of a day that would change my life forever.