AN: ON A FUCKING ROLLLLL....THIS BOOK HAS BEEN RATED R OR AT LEAST I THINK THE LAST CHAPTER WAS IDEK
Waking up with a pounding headache and the feeling of utter starvation is not the greatest way to start the day. But the fact that I was pressed up against something warm and cuddly made it slightly better. I desperately attempted to ignore the piercing light that was disturbing my slumber, but it was to no avail.
I groggily opened my eyes and sat up, stretching my arms over my head. My head was throbbing and it felt like there was blackhole in my stomach. My eyes took a few moments to adjust and when they did I let out a loud shriek.
Where the hell was I? What was I doing in a stranger's room? Why was said stranger sleeping shirtless next to me? Why was I dressed in only a shirt and underwear? Did I have sex last night? Oh my freakin God...did I lose my virginity to Ryder? It couldn't be; the stranger next to me had dark blonde hair, whilst Ryder's hair was a sandy blonde.
The stranger didn't seem to be bothered by my loud scream, and he turned over onto his back. I hesitantly pulled the blanket off his face to reveal the stranger's identity.
"Devin," I whispered under my breath. Then it clicked. I had just had sex with my sister's boyfriend! What the hell?
"Devin!" I yelled.
He muttered incoherent words as he slowly sat up. I hated to admit it, but he looked extremely adorable in the morning. His blonde-brown hair flopped about his head every which way, and his half-conscious face was screwed up in a cute pout. I noticed his torso covered in numerous tattoos, but I unwillingly dragged my eyes away from his naked midriff and forced myself to glare at him.
"What in the hell happened?" I growled through gritted teeth.
"Oh Christ," Devin muttered rubbing a hand up and down his face, "Nothing like that, Lea. I do have some morals, you know."
"So, explain why I'm practically naked in bed with you!"
Devin chuckled and grinned at me "That's all on you."
"Okay," I began slowly. "Tell me what happened. Everything. From start to finish. I want a detailed description and leave no part untold."
"Fine, but I swear I'm never talking to you again after this."
I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest. "Ditto, asshole."
Devin paused and inhaled deeply before retelling me the story of what happened last night. He started with the fact that I was a horrible dancer, and finished with the fact that I hogged the blanket in my sleep. When he was done I was utterly gobsmacked. My boyfriend, Ryder, had actually tried to fuck me while I was under the influence! That's practically rape! I knew he was a bit dodgy, but that was a whole other level. That explained why Devin had told me to be careful. My heart fluttered at the thought of him actually looking out for me. When Devin told me he had heard Ryder and his friends planning on all sleeping with me that night, I was completely horrified. And when I heard about how Devin had beaten the shit out of him I felt myself get all happy and gushy again but I supressed my smile as he told the rest of the story.
Devin telling me about the insane amount of alcohol I had consumed explained the headache, and the fact that I was stoned explained my extreme hunger, but why was I almost naked?
"You stripped for me, I covered my eyes and chucked you some clothes. Then you didn't want to sleep alone and I had no objections, so that explains the rest. Now this is the most I have spoken since I arrived here from France, and quite frankly, I wish to never speak again." Devin quickly rushed out of the room, leaving me to try and sort my brain out.
My head still felt like it was being hammered in by tiny elves and I was beginning to think if I didn't eat soon my stomach might start digesting some of my organs. I got off the bed and padded my way into the kitchen. I could hear Devin singing lightly in the shower as I toasted some bread and put the kettle on. It only occurred to me now that Devin had his own apartment. It was pretty messy, which was expected, and it looked like it was in need of some major tidying up.
When the toast popped and the water finished boiling, I made myself some tea and toast, before settling on the couch in front of the TV. Devin only had shitty news channels so I listlessly watched some boring news about boring things.
I finished my breakfast, but Devin still wasn't out of the bathroom, so I took it upon myself to begin cleaning up. I started with washing all the dishes in the sink, cleaning the counters, and clearing the fridge of all the grimy dirty food. When that was completed I tidied up the living room, picked up Devin's dirty clothes that were lying around and threw them into the washing basket.
After that I found myself making my way into Devin's room, neatening the bed, folding his clothes and putting them away. When all that was done, the only room left was the bathroom which Devin was currently occupying. He was sure taking a damn long time in there. I banged on the door with my fist.
"Devin! Hurry up, I want to shower too." I huffed.
"Too fucking bad, I used up all the hot water." The door swung open revealing a shirtless Devin, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was damp and little beads of water dripped from it, onto his hard chest and into the valley between his toned abs.
He didn’t look like some steroid-pumping buff guy, but he had abs, and that was enough to get my lady parts aching for his attention. However, he was my sister's boyfriend, and I had to refrain from thinking about him in that manner.
I was slightly taken aback - screw that - I was left breathless staring at Devin's gorgeous body, and forgot what I wanted to say.
His tattoos at that point, piqued my interest. On his chest below his left shoulder he had a little Nirvana logo, and below that on the whole of his right abdomen there was a large array of skulls being poured out of a wooden bucket. He had a full sleeve on his left arm made up of lots of little to medium sized tattoos. Upon further examination, I discovered that they were mostly band names and logos.
His right arm was completely bare, with the exception of his wrist. There was a delicately designed rose, which looked very realistic. The stem began from the little dip in the middle of his arm, and the budding flower ended just below the tip of his wrist. Above the flower in fancy cursive script was the name Valerie. Next to it was inscribed 1995-2013. That would mean, whoever this Valerie chick was, had died the previous year at the age of 18! Devin noticed me staring and quickly yanked his wrist away and hid it behind his back.
"Er, um, who's Val-"
"I know what you're going to ask, and you will not be getting an answer." He roughly pushed past me and walked down the hall. It was then that I noticed the large tattoo that covered his entire back. It was of a dragon with beady glinting eyes, and sharp, curved talons. It was breathing fire and the flames curled up the back of Devin's neck and reached till just under his ear. He stopped and looked over his shoulder with a smug grin, "And also, I did deliberately take a long ass shower just to ensure that there would be no hot water left for you. Get the fuck out of my shirt, dress your skinny ass in your own damn clothes, and I'll take you the fuck home."
With that he entered his room, and slammed the door shut.
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