Anastasia
I wake up in the most comfy bed I have ever been in. But it obviously isn't mine. I think about the night before.
Oh my god. I made a complete fool out of myself. I probably looked like a clown. Maybe they sent me to the circus. I didn't know circus beds were so comfy.
I see a bottle of lube on the nightstand. Never-mind, definitely not a circus. Wait. A bottle of lube?
Shut up Ana. Sage picked u up and brought you into his car. He wouldn't do that shit to you.
I stumble out of bed, only to see a long body mirror facing me. I turn my head hating the sight. Sage, or whoever, changed my clothes into a big black mens shirt that im guessing is Sage's. Theres a fresh pair of undies on me, i'm guessing from my bags.
Shit. I hope he didn't see the scale.
Oh my god... my head. It hurts.
Last night wasn't my first time drinking, but it was my first time drunk. Laugh all you want but i try to live life on the safe side.
I look back on the nightstand and see a plate with tylenol and a glass of water. I gulp down both.
I see a door across from the massive king sized bed, and look in there. Hurray! My bags are in here. I decide to take a shower, as I was smart and packed shampoo and other stuff. I didn't bring my blow dryer but I find one under the sink and use if. I do my makeup, brush my teeth and do my hair. I pull out a blue tanktop and black jeans from my bag and put them on.
I peek out the door. No ones in the room. I walk out, and find my purse on the edge of the bed. I pull out my phone.
8 missed calls from heath
14 messages from heath
Crap. I hope he's okay. I dial his number.
No response..
I'm sure he's okay, i reassure myself.
Knock knock.
"Who is it?" I ask.
Sage walks into the room. It's only now that i actually realize how huge and muscular he is. He towers over me, looking down at me with his eyes.
His hands lift my face up to look into his eyes.
"I want you to tell me what happened to your fucking face,"
"It really doesn't matter, it's none if your bus-"
"Shut the fuck up," he says sternly.
I do as he says.
He now moves my hair behind my ears, examining the scars and bruises on my face. I flinch as his fingers go over the cut my mom did with the piece of glass. He now looks down at neck and shoulders, and trails his muscular hands down my arms.
"Tell me."
I look at him and smirk.
"It's none of your business."
