What's wrong, the words penetrated her little panicked bubble and she stopped, staring at him for a moment. Why did he have to distract her with nakedness? She made a strangled, frustrated little noise as she proceeded to find her underwear. What's wrong? Everything. Everything was wrong because she had enjoyed sleeping next to him, because she liked that and if she allowed herself to join him once more - and god did she want to - she would become attached to that and...well, that couldn't happen.
"This," hands flipped from one of them to the other," can't happen. It just...can't." Her head was thumping loudly and she really needed some hangover cure. It'd been a while since she'd been that drunk. Hands pushed her bed-mussed hair from her eyes, finally spotting her dress as she hopped over to it. "It was great...amazing," she amended, a small smile allowing to creep onto her lips but she pushed it back again, "but...I'm sorry, I can't."
Alicia tugged her dress over her head, letting the sheet slip to the floor as she did so. "Ergh, I'm so stupid," she muttered lightly to herself.