She gently lifted a corner of the quilt and looked inside. With the dim light, she saw that both her dress and underwear were tidy, and breathed a sigh of relief, then painfully rubbed her head.
Her long hair was draped down, messy yet languid.
After a moment of hesitation, she tentatively propped herself up on the mattress with her hand and rolled over the young man beside her, trying not to touch him throughout the process, until she reached the edge of the bed.
She gently pulled aside the privacy curtain but couldn't find her slippers.
The girl pursed her lips, then puffed her cheeks slightly before deciding to step onto the floor barefoot.
Because of the heating system in the car, the floor was warm.
After getting off the bed, she drew the privacy curtain back in place, then quickly walked to the bathroom—partly because she really needed to use the toilet and partly because she needed to calm down.
