“You want me to sleep with you?" He looked nervously at the door then back to me as if he wanted to make a run for it.

“I'm alone." To my surprise my eyes filled with tears and my voice broke, “I always sleep alone.”

A look of sadness crossed his face and pulling the sheet up to my chest; he sat on the bed next to me and took my hand in his.

“Go to sleep mom." He kissed the top of my head, and then gently wiped the tears from my cheeks with a tissue from the night stand.

“You don't want to lie next to me?" I asked, my lip out, pouting like a bratty child.

“No, I don't think that would be right." He told me, then added, "You're not yourself right now."

As if I wasn't a big enough mess that comment made me feel worse. I'd just undressed in front of him and kissed him on the mouth like a reject from one of my own movies. Now he didn't want to lay next to me. Christ, he was probably afraid I would touch him.

“I'm sorry, Paul." I squeezed his hand, “Nothing to be sorry about." He swung his legs up on the bed, but was still sitting up against the headboard and fully dressed “I'll stay here until you fall asleep, okay?"

“okay, and I am sorry." “For what?"

“For more than you know, Paul." I muttered, my eyes closing as my mind succumbed to both alcohol and emotions, “For everything."

I opened my eyes then immediately closed them again, wincing at the pain the light through the partially open blinds caused me. I lay there with my head pounding and slowly opened them again. I turned my head away from the window and that caused a fresh wave of pounding.

I was alone, at some point Paul had slipped out, most likely the second I had fallen asleep and I didn't blame him. What the hell had I done last night? Drunk as I was I recalled it clearly now, I'd taken my damn skirt off in front of him, then kissed him on the mouth and he had to move to get to stop.

I noticed it was just after eight and pushed myself up into a sitting position. Paul left for class at eight thirty, I had to catch him before that. I kicked the sheet off and frowned at my panties and thigh highs, I'd laid there like this in front of him and wanted him to lay in bed with me, thank God he hadn't.

What the hell had gotten into me last night? There were times I'd sworn I was at a shoot, but that was crap, I knew it was Paul the entire time. I swung my legs off the bed, then groaned at the wave of nausea flowing through me.

Good thing I didn't have a shoot today. I'd seen girls hung over from the night before take a cock a Little too deep in their mouths and then, well, it wasn't pretty. I grinned at the thought I hoped that happened to that asshole Nick some day.

I took several deep breaths then noticed the bottle of water on the night stand along with a couple of Advils and a post it, "Make sure you take these and drink the whole bottle of water to get rid of the headache. See you after school! Love Paul"

That made me feel even worse. I acted like a drunk slut last night and he was still taking care of me like he always did. I popped the pills and chugged most of the water, then stood up.

The room spun, but once I closed my eyes for a few seconds and reopened them it was fine. Not wanting to risk the time to change I grabbed my frumpy non porn star like robe from behind the door and tying it tightly went out into the hallway.

I was relieved to hear Paul still puttering around the kitchen and when I entered he was just putting the cover on his to go mug, his back pack already slung over his shoulder.

“Hey, honey." I spoke softly, but the words sounded like thunder in my ears.

‘m surprised you're up." He grinned, "Man, you were out of it last night. My mom the party hound."

“Hardly, I sat alone at Vincent's and got trashed. More like your mom the loser." I lamented.

“Hey, never say that." His seriousness caught me by surprise, "You're an amazing woman mom, you've got a lot to be proud of and I'll have words with anyone who says otherwise." He winked, "That includes you."

“Thank you, Paul." I walked over to him and kissed his cheek, grateful that he didn't flinch after last night.

“Guess I at least have you to be proud of."