He comes back to leave the spoon back in the box with a more calmed expression and a T-shirt on.

-Let's go have breakfast.

-I should probably go…

-You should probably get breakfast first, and let me get you some pain killers, because I bet you have a really bad hangover after yesterday.

I follow him to the kitchen and sit on the table. Something stinks. It smells like puke and it makes me feel nauseous. I move my head around to look for the source of the smell. He sees what I'm doing and he says grinning:

-That smell is you.

I think he is teasing me and I fake laugh. I sniff my arm, just to make sure he is joking, and realize it is really me. My face goes a little redder than it already is, since I'm always blushing when I'm with this guy. The smell is so bad, I think I'm gonna puke into the table. Should I ask him for some clothes? That would be weird, wouldn't it? So instead I casually say:

- Oh my, I really stink. This smell is making me nauseous. I think I might puke.

I immediately regret it, and feel stupid for saying that, but he just answers casually.

-Not again, please - He laughs-. After I finish making breakfast, I'll get you some clothes.

-Thanks.

-I hope you don't mind wearing my clothes, because as you'll probably understand I don't have any girls clothes around here.

-It's fine.- I say feeling my face heating up a little more.

He laughs. He probably notices. Why do I have to be so obvious? Wait, did he say "again"?