Third Person POV

“No, no, no… how did it happen? Oh my God!” She covered herself with the duvet, hitting her hands angrily on the bed.

“What! Did you regret having sex with me? I thought you have always wanted that.” He leaned closer and whispered to her.

Julia paused for a while and watched him closely. Right now she feels like punching him in the face.

How can you have s*x with a girl when she is drunk?

She is not angry with the fact that they had s*x but she is angry with herself for not remembering a thing. This was her first time it should be kept...