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Adam opened his eyes, the light from the window hurt. He was on one side of the bed, with his back to the other. He felt something or someone move behind him. He froze, his hair standing on the back of his neck. He felt fear, fear that he did something very wrong.

Adam slowly turned around, and he saw her. Miranda, as naked as he was under the covers, next to him. She gave him an awkward smile, she looks just as nervous as he does.

Adam stumbled off the bed and quickly put on his clothes. What the hell is going on here?Without turning around to face her, he said to Miranda," I think you better go, now." His voice was breaking.

Miranda had never seen Adam like this before, so vulnarable. But she knew better than to argue with him. She sat on the bed and looked for her clothes on his messy floor.

"Adam," she started. "Did we-- Did we actually do anything?" she said cautiously.

"I have no freaking idea."