It's been fourteen years since you've seen Tom Holland, your best friend from childhood. He was about to become King, and he needed to find a Queen. Your adopted family had struck a deal for an arranged marriage for one of their daughters. Your step...
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'That's when I woke up'
I opened my eyes, and immediately shame overtook my body. I seriously had one of 'THOSE' dreams about my best friend. It got me thinking that I really had to pull myself together. Yes, he's gorgeous but why am I feeling this way towards him all of the sudden? I've not been boy crazy before, but then again I can't really classify one boy as 'Boy CRAZY'.
Speaking of me being utterly ridiculous, my eyes are playing tricks on me. What should be beige walls has become red. I have GOT to get myself to see a doctor.
Only when I turned around to my side I realized that I wasn't that weird at all.
But I was fucked, so fucked.
Literally.
I couldn't believe my eyes, all of it wasn't a dream after all. How could I be so stupid! I didn't think we were that drunk. Surely this is all one big mistake. At least that's what I wished.
I was naked under the covers. That pretty well explains it. Also the extremely man looking like a masterpiece by my side kinda gives it away.
I don't know how I was going to talk my way out of this one. Sure, I can make billions of excuses but none of them are going to hide how embarrassed I am. I wasn't supposed to cross the friendzone, and it's not like it was a little step. This was a godzilla size step that now has me stuck in a hell of a situation. Believe me, fighting a gorilla would be easier than what I have to do.
How am I going to explain to Tom? It's not everyday you wake up to a naked woman beside you in YOUR bed. I could be locked in the dungeon for this. That's extreme, I know because it takes two to tango, but the real question is why did this happen. I was only helping my best friend.
That's the last time I'm drinking.
It's bad enough with the hangover but not knowing what's happening at all during it makes it dangerous. I know I would feel scared if I had woke up in somebody else's bed. At least it wasn't a complete stranger.
God what am I saying. How does that justify the situation? I know I'm confused but why would I ever think losing my womanhood to someone I know was better.
'Because it was. You fucked the hottest guy in England'
Ugh! Damn my brain. I need to stop overthinking, but that's never happened before so I'm in a shit mess.
