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at the time she and Joanie thought were hilarious. “Oh Asha, you are such an idiot,” she groaned to herself.
    Slowly glimpses of last night were seeping back into her thoughts. She could remember telling Xavier she thought he was sexy and calling him X. Had he been sober? He must have been, he was working on the bar. He must have brought them home. How embarrassing. How was she ever going to be able to face him? Not like she had much choice, as he was currently in her bed.
    Asha grabbed a hair-tie and was pulling her hair back out of her face as she walked back into the bedroom to find Xavier sitting on the edge of her bed.
    “Feeling better now?”
    “Yeah, a little thanks. I’m sorry, I got a bit of a shock when I woke up and saw you there. I'm--I mean, ugh. This--” she waved her hands between them, “is not really...”
    He was standing and walking towards her, palms out as if in surrender.
    “It's okay, I'm sorry I shouldn't have stayed. I didn't mean to.”
    Asha felt a little offended at that. She looked at him, completely clothed. A tight fitting navy t-shirt stretched across his broad chest, covering the hard abs she knew lay beneath as she felt them when she clung onto him the night he brought her home on his bike.
    Blue jeans covered his long legs and those same black motorbike boots, she had seen him wear before. Looking down at herself with her skimpy pink top and little black skirt she had worn out the night before, she looked a lot less glamorous than she had felt when she left home.
    “Did we?”
    Xavier moved closer, reaching out he lightly touched her elbow, with a low laugh he said, “I’m pretty sure you would remember if we did.”
    Asha felt that familiar heat creeping up her face again, gosh she wished her skin would not betray her the way it did.
    “No Asha, I didn't take advantage of you in your drunken state. I brought you and Joanie home, you were both blind. I helped you both into your beds, you were upset, saying you were worried about a black van? You don't remember?”
    Asha slowly shook her head, trying to recall what Xavier was telling her. Her last memory had been at the club.
    “I only meant to stay until you fell asleep, I guess I kinda fell asleep too. But honestly, nothing happened.”
    He still had his hand on her elbow and she was suddenly very self-conscious. He probably didn't feel like that about her at all and here she was virtually accusing him of taking advantage.
    “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to accuse you, and I don't normally wipe myself out like that. I’ve just had a bad week. I am really sorry.” She moved her other hand to cover his where it rested on her elbow.
    “I really appreciate you bringing me home...again,” she managed a small laugh, wondering what on earth he must think of her now. “I’m sorry for being a drunken idiot, can I ah, make you some coffee or breakfast or something?”
    “Well...” Xavier looked around and pointed at the clock on the bedside table. “That would probably be brunch, and don't worry, about any of it, you're an adorable drunk, coffee would be great.”
    Over coffee, Asha and Xavier laughed about the antics she and Joanie had gotten up to the evening before. Asha felt incredibly embarrassed as Xavier recounted their jumping up on the stage and singing along with the jukebox, whilst entertaining the rest of the club patrons with their attempts at dancing in their stiletto heels.
    “I am never drinking again,” she laughed.
    “Yeah, yeah, that’s what we all say,” Xavier laughed along with her.
    “Well no more Tequila shots then, maybe,” she chuckled, her stomach hurt at the mere mention of Tequila. Why did it always seem like such a good idea at the time?
    Conversation flowed easily between them and Asha soon felt at ease talking to Xavier. It was only interrupted when she heard a knock at the front door.
    Asha excused herself and wandered down the hallway to answer the door. She knew she looked a sight,