Wild Boy, Wild Life || MGK FF

29. One Last Time {Part 1}

Birds were chirping. The light reflecting on my closed eyelids told me it was morning. I shifted in bed, humming quietly to myself as I opened my eyes; they widened almost immediately.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I muttered. His eyes fluttered open as I lifted my comforter to check myself; I was still dressed in my white dress from last night. I glanced back at him as he rubbed his face, slowly.

"'Morning to you too," he said, yawning. His voice dropped of sarcasm.

I grimaced, slightly. "You know that's not what I meant."

"I know," he sighed. "You must not remember the rest of last night."

I shook my head; anything past the drop of his new single was a blur to me. "Would you like to enlighten me?"

"I'd like to do a lot more than enlighten you," he said, smirking. I smacked him playfully with my pillow as I stood up from my bed. It was too early for his quick, sexual remarks. I walked the few steps it took to grab a pair of black shorts and my neon pink bralette off my lounge chair. I glanced back at him as he made himself comfortable, sitting up, leaning against the headboard. His eyes were watching me as I gestured for him to turn around.

"Sage, you're joking right," he laughed. "I've seen you naked."

"Yeah, well you haven't in a while, soooo," I made the gesture again with a serious look on my face. He chuckled, lifting his hands in surrender. As he turned his face to the other direction, I quickly zipped out of my dress, replacing it with the new clothing I had just picked out.

I usually take morning runs on the beach, if I'm not scheduled for a shoot. Over the past few months, I've learned that even doing little workouts here and there will eventually help down the line; I didn't like going to the gym all that much. I enjoyed my runs because it was my time away; just popping in my ear-buds and getting lost in the music was therapy in itself. Regardless of the rapper ex-boyfriend laying in my bed and my inability to not remember anything that occurred last night, I was going to treat today like any other morning.

"Okay," I said finally. "It's safe now." I walked to the bedside table, grabbing my iPhone off the charger when he playfully whistled at me.

He leaned back, resting his hands behind his head. He grinned. "You look great," he admired.

I scoffed, glancing at him from the corner of my eye. "You're so sweet. You must get all the girls."

He grinned wider, watching me gather my things. I was beginning to slip on my black Nikes when he spoke up. "Where you goin' lookin' like that?"

I finished tying my sneakers and stood up; I quickly tied my hair in a sloppy bun before glancing to him. "Going for a run on the beach."

"Where the hell is there a beach around here? We're in the middle of downtown."

I smiled. "Santa Monica." I walked to the bathroom, quickly brushing my teeth and washing my face. "There's a bus that leaves every half hour," I checked my phone quickly for the time as I exited the bathroom. "One should be coming around in about fifteen minutes."

"You were just going to leave me here?" he asked, finally lifting himself out of bed.

I shrugged. "I figured you'd learn where everything is," I said leaning against the wall. "Or you could come with me, but I figured you weren't much of the running-type."

He chuckled, reaching for his black t-shirt on the ground. "I ain't got any running gear, but I'll tag along." He looked around my apartment, admiring the photographs on the walls. "I don't know much about your life here, huh?"