pretty boy || jackson avery

one.

three months earlier

i always know when i wake up whether i'm in my own bed or not. everything feels different; the mattress, sheets, bedding, and aroma of the area. i knew my bed as lumpy, uncomfortable, and heavy heavy blankets surrounded by mountains of pillows and my room smelled like apple pie.

this bed on the other hand was soft and the sheets were light as well as the blanket and the room smelled like lavender. it was quite easy to tell that i wasn't in my own bed. it was also easy to tell that i wasn't wearing any clothes, due to how the material felt on my bare skin.

i fought the urge to open my eyes as i wasn't exactly ready to be greeted by a room i've never been in before. i was perfectly comfortable the way i was, but the anticipation was killing me.

i found myself open my eyes and i looked around the room. it was very spacious and looked like someone rich owned it. the walls were painted a faint tan and there were white flowy curtains draped from across the windows.

it was also very clean, besides the couple of clothes scattered on the floor. i had already known that i more than likely was waking up from a one night stand. it tends to happen a lot of the time when i go to the bar and get drunk. i was quite surprised that i remembered getting drunk. or maybe i didn't, maybe it was the killer hangover telling me that's what happened.

i rolled over in the bed, careful not to wake the stranger that was asleep next to me. i admired his features as he was sleeping peacefully, he was a fairly darker skinned male and there was a small smile plastered across his lips. personally, eyes stick out to me more than anything, but i was already interested in the unknown man.

i pushed myself out of the bed, once again careful that i didn't make too much noise or too sudden of movements. i found a blanket on the floor and wrapped it around my body while picking up my clothes that were scattered across the floor.

i was so content with the peaceful silence radiating across the room that when he spoke, i almost leapt out of my skin. "leaving so soon?" i had quickly shot my head around and locked eyes with his gorgeous blue ones.

"you should've seen your face," he chuckles lightly, laying his hand over his eyes and rubbing his face. "i- i'm sorry, i didn't mean to wake you," i reply and he flashes a smile at me.

"you didn't wake me, i was already awake when you turned in the bed, it's kinda creepy staring at strangers, ya know?"

"we can't be too much of strangers if we've seen each other naked," i retorted, gaining a laugh from him.

"i don't even know your name," he replies.

"fair point, i guess we are strangers. i'm zoey," i smile at him.

"i'm jackson," he reaches his hand out for me to shake and i gladly do so.

"i really should get going, i have work in an hour and a half," i reply, slightly sad that i had to leave the oddly attractive man.