Mia's eyes opened slowly, her head spun, she lay still for a second letting her brain catch up with her body.

Then the memories of last night rushed in, hitting her like a wave.

"No," she whispered.

She sat up fast and pressed both palms to her face and sat there in Dave's oversized t-shirt with the events of last night playing back one by one like a punishment.

Dave appeared in the doorway, with a fresh shirt, hair damp and two mugs in his hand.

"You're up," he said.

"Dave." She dropped her hands from her face. "What happened last night was all my fault and I'm ready to...