Chapter 23：XXlll

Arriving back to the hotel room, Andrew layed down on the couch sighing deeply. Taking off my shoes, I sit on the floor next to the couch. I might not have drank much of the sáke, but it was really strong. I started feeling some effects happening. Looking at each other, Andrew gives me a small smirk.

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--the next day--

I wake up groaning in pain. I cannot remember what happened last night. My mind goes black after he gives me a smirk. Reaching for my phone, I slowly open my eyes and check the time. It was seven in the morning. I put my phone back where it was at first and sit up. Suddenly, a wave of pain from my hips travel downwards. Hissing a bit, I look around the room and see that it's a complete mess. Our clothes were scattered among the floor....wait....what??!

Removing the blanket from my body slightly, I see that I'm completely naked. That means....we did it again?!!! I look to my side and see Andrew is still asleep. Not knowing what to think, I carefully get out of bed and rush to the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

Feeling unstable all of the sudden, I lean against the wall for support. Slowly, I walk up to the tub and start running the water. Once the water was the way I liked it, I get in the tub and wash myself.

--after shower--

Due to being in pain, it took longer for me to shower and dress up. Getting out the bathroom, I walk out the bedroom towards the kitchen. Andrew was still asleep, so I decided to cook breakfast. Luckily, there were ingredients available.

As I took out the things I would need, I hear the bathroom door close as well as a phone vibrate. Looking behind me, there was Andrew's phone on the kitchen counter. Hesitantly, I walk up to the counter and check the notification. Shown on the lock screen, there was a text from someone named Sara.

"So, when do you plan on giving me some company~?" - Sara

If only I had the password to unlock the screen, I'd be able to know more about this person. No longer wanting to risk anything, I place back the phone and walk back to the stove.

Feeling very uneased, I start cooking breakfast.

--half an hour later--

Placing the plates on the table, I let out a sigh. Andrew was in the living room, most likely texting someone. Not wanting to bother him, I decided to take my plate of food and eat in the kitchen. Besides, there is no way i would be able to sit down without possibly screaming out of pain.

I made tamagoyaki for breakfast, and the way my mom--Pakura--taught me to do it. As a side dish, I made a simple white rice. Taking a bite of food, I was really proud of myself for it came out tasting good. But not as good as my mom's of course.

Faking a cough to catch Andrew's attention, I decided to speak up.

"Who ya texting?? Breakfast is ready, tell that person to wait so you can eat."

"That person is having trouble with a project she has to finish today. So, I'm going to help her tonight." He said.

"Oh? 'She' is here?"

"For now, just to turn in the project. Then she'll go back to NYC."