The last thing Jessica remembered was leaning against him with a splitting headache and a heavy weight in her heart. "No," It's a groan, and she settles into him more, still not all fully there. It isn't she realizes she's not in her bed, and she's leaning against a man that her eyes, still closed, squint before breaking open.

"Jesus!" Her body leaps into the air as she stands up, brain still processing everything. It's the first time she's woken up with someone... With him, in particular, in quite some time. It all feels hazy, like a dream. "Luke?" She questions, hand coming up to push her messy bed head out of her face. It's all coming back to her--him, their conversation, the spilled alcohol with it's scent still lingering in the air. Luke, she thinks, reassuring herself. Sheepishly she rubs the side of her face, her expression still just as confused.

Once she calms down a little she sits on the corner of her coffee table, facing the window. "Did I have a nightmare about you not having sex with me or was that all true?" She's kidding, of course, but looks in his direction anyway.