Chapitre 11: Take Off Your Clothes

"Wake up, sleepy head, we're here."

Phoebe's eyes snapped open and she found the man leaning so close with his face only inches away that she could almost smell his minty breath…. And so the unpleasant stench of vomit he reeked of.

As though she pushed some recall button, the memory prior to passing out flashed in her head, reminding her what a horrible thing she had done to this man! She cringed, wishing to disappear from earth at that moment for she really had no idea how she would face him.

"Are you mad?" Phoebe murmured with eyes lowered to the ground, surprised that he didn't kick her out of the car while she was knocked senseless.

"I'm not." He responded rather calmly. "Forget about what happened. You should worry about taking a bath first. It looks like you badly needed one."

And so are you… She wanted to tell him but couldn't bring herself to say the words knowing it was her fault why they both stink to high heaven.

"I owe you…"