I awoke with a thump, when I rolled of the side of the bed. I groaned as I slowly sat up. But I had barely gotten my head upright before I was struggeling my way to the toilet, fighting the urge to throw up.
At least alcohol had something to do with this. I thought to myself.
A few minutes later I caresully sat back down on the bed and my mind instantly went to the kind man, I wonder where he was?
My head was hammering, my limbs felt heavy and my movements sloppy.
Where is the scarf? The thought hit me out of nowhere, and a sudden desire to get to it overcame me like a tidal wave.
I felt panic settle in, I had to find that scarf!
Frantically I searched the room. It was nowhere to be found. I rushed to my suitcase and emptied its contents onto the floor. I frantically searches through it but to no avail.
I rose to my feet and aimlessly looked everywhere.
Then I saw it, on the table outside the room next door. With sloppy frantic movements I ripped the door open and ran to it.
I cradled the scarf in my arms and sat down in the loungechair. I pulled my legs up and burried my face in the scarf.
Soon the sweet happy feeling spread in my body, my mind hazed over and I got tingles everywhere.
It didn't smell as nice as it did earlier, my own perfume was slowly taking over the scent of the scarf.
With a small scowl, I laid my head down on the armrest of the lounge chair and hugged the scarf close to me.
Just as I felt sleep slowly take over, I was lifted from the chair. The familiar scent of the scarf washed over my body and I leaned into the broard chest.
I hadn't noticed how cold I had become, but the warmth of him was making quick work of it.
"Why are you out here!?" He said in a hushed voice.
"I forgot it." I mumbled
"What!?" His voice raised a bit as he stopped in his tracks.
"You said to keep it, but after I drank the rosé I forgot it." I hugged the scarf close to my body as I rested my head against his shoulder.
Suddenly I was laid down in a bed, I looked to the side and saw my glasses on the table. His hands dissapeared and I frantically tried to grab them to keep him from leaving.
"I am not leaving darling, just a second."
Soon enough the bed dipped and he laid down next to me, he crawled under the duvet and gently tugged my body to his.
"You will be the death of me.." he whispered just as I slipped into a deep comfortable sleep.
The world was still spinning from my overindulgence the day before. But everything seemed okay.
I vaguely overheard a conversation, that I could have sworn I actually understood.
"David, hvad skal vi gøre med svenskerne? Og vi kan vel ikke efterlade pigen?" David, what do we do about the swedes? And we cant really leave the girl?
"Gå din vej Stefan, vi tager hende med til Stokholm i morgen." Go away Stefan, we are bringing her to Stokholm tomorrow.
Stokholm?
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AT YOUR MERCY
Werewolf"This feeling, darling, your intoxication, infatuation with me. It wont go away." He grapped my hips and pulled me towards him while burrying his face in my neck. "Until you give in to me." 1st book in the Nordic Saga.
