What is love ? When do we find love ? What happens when we fall in love ?
Emelia Adams. A definition of what we call introvert. A overthinker. A simple quite girl who just wants to live her own life with her own decisions but not so possible while...
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Why is my head pounding so much? And why is it so hot in here? I can't even open my eyes. I slowly open my eyes a little and see that the curtains are opened. Who the fuck drew the curtains away like that? My head is feeling so heavy. Ahhhhh!!!
Wait a minute. I don't have curtains in my room. I open my eyes fully and realize that it is not my room. What! Where am I right now? Think Lia think. What did you do yesterday? I remember meeting James, then drinking and dancing. Shit! I remember dancing with some boy. But then what? Yes he tried to touch me so I left and drank again. And after that I-I...what did I do?
But first I need to go from here. God knows what kind of pervert's room is this. Where did my phone go? I search in the bedside table and drawers but it was not there. I remove the covers and stand up.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" I scream when I see what I was wearing the whole night. Who the fuck undressed me? To say that I am scared is less. Did something happen last night? I rub my head to bring back anything I could remember from last night. But I recall none. I didn't have sex right. No it can't be. I would have felt some type of pain there so it's out of question and also I am still wearing my bra which I don't while I sleep. So it didn't happen.
I am wearing our university's hoodie which are for the sports team. Must be a player.
"You are awake." I jump at the sound. I turn around and sigh in relief while putting my hand over my heart. Its beating like crazy.
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"It's you." Liam's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I tried not to check him out as he only had a towel hanging there in his hips. That means he was showering.
"Were you expecting someone else?" He asked with narrowed eyes.
"Yeah. More like some sick pervert." I say while ogling at his tattoos. It was my first time seeing his tattoos like this. In the library I only used to get a glimpse of it. But seeing the whole thing is different. His one of the arms is covered with patterns and symbols.
