ೃ⁀➷ In the year 1994,
Maya Bennet travels to New York to attend a famous music festival, Woodstock. After stumbling into the wrong tent when searching for her lost boyfriend, she has an odd interaction with a handsome mysterious stranger. A year l...
𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 | The Cars 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐦 | Duran Duran
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I feel like God and the Devil himself played a game of tug-of-war and my arms were repeatedly pulled back and forth between heaven and hell. Why am I in so much pain?
My eyes slowly open, trying to adjust to the light that creeps in through the window beside me, but the second my eyes open just a little bit I have an immediate migraine that leaves me wincing under my breath.
I tug on the bedsheets, desperate to cover my face so I can sleep just a little bit longer, but the minute I move a muscle I feel the bed dip as an arm abruptly swings over and rests on my bare hip.
Oh god.
What did I do?
Holding my breath as I pinch my eyes shut, I slowly glance down at the hand that's resting on my skin. When I see my ring wrapped tightly around his pinky finger after opening my eyes they immediately widen and my body jolts up so high in bed, he wakes up while a gasp leaves his lips.
"For fucks sake, Bennet." He mutters in a thick raspy tone as I look down and watch him rub his eyes with his knuckles, letting out a yawn at the same time. "Are you okay?" He sits up on his elbows, his eyes barely opened as his hair falls to the front of his face. "Scared the shit out of me."
I give him a blank stare, darting over to the edge of the bed where my dress is tossed beneath his shirt. A sigh immediately leaves my lips as I look down, noticing I'm gripping onto the bedsheets for dear life.
Oh no. Why is my dress off? Why is his shirt off? Did we...? No.
No. No. No.
Pulling the blanket away from my skin just a little bit so only I can see, my eyes widen when I notice I'm only wearing underwear. I quickly pull it back to my chest, gripping onto the fabric for comfort as my heart begins to race at a very fast speed. "Did we...?"
"Have sex?" He cocks a brow. "You seriously don't remember?" He frowns and my face falls to the palms of my hands as I keep the blanket up with my arms—running my fingers through my hair as I shake my head. "I'm almost positive you told me I was the best you've ever had."
"Oh god." I whisper in disbelief, pulling my knees closer to my chest. "Oh god...oh god...oh god."
"You said that a lot last night too. Brings back memories." He smirks with his arm behind his head, his chest bare with tattoos all over his skin as he seems pleased with himself. "Am I seriously that easy to forget? I've never had this problem before."
