Rocky and Delilah

Chapter 3

Delilah

I woke up in a large, unfamiliar bed.

At first, I was confused. I had no recollection as to where I was. And then it all came tumbling back to me. All of it. Every. Embarrassing. Memory. From his brother touching me, to throwing up all over his bathroom, and then proceeding to cry all over him, I didn't forget a single detail.

I was less than grateful.

My train of thought was derailed as I heard a deep grumbling sound. As my eyes trailed across the room, they eventually settled on Rocky. His huge frame was stuffed onto the small couch in the corner of the gigantic room, and I couldn't help but to giggle.

He'd probably be better off sleeping on the floor.

I almost wanted to act like I was asleep, but before I could lay back down, he opened his eyes, his dark gaze meeting mine.

I took the chance to study him for a moment. Rocky looked no older than thirty, with dark brown hair that was pretty grown out, his waves just almost covering his eyebrows. As I looked over his large frame, my eyes traveled over his thick, veiny arms that I itched to have wrapped around me. Honestly, Rocky was very hot. Between his whole calloused demeanor, and massive body, I could imagine why women in the family spoke about him the way they did.

I flushed a bright pink when I realized I was just staring at him, and I knew he wasn't going to speak first.

"Hi." I greeted him, but realized he wasn't paying attention, his eyes cast downward to my boobies that were slightly falling out of my dress.

Lucky guy got a sneak peek of the twins.

I flushed pink as I pulled the comforter further up my body, and he had yet to say anything else. I cleared my throat to ease my embarrassment, and continued anyways, "Thank you for letting me have the bed. I probably would've fit better on the couch, though. You could've just put me there." I laughed, and he looked at me like I said something stupid, and in his rough morning voice he grumbled out, "No."

He slowly got up from the couch, and stretched his back. I could see his large, bulging muscles under his short sleeve shirt, and I had to pry my perverted eyes away as I felt my ears turn hot. I was trying not to watch him pop his back, and I reached up to scratch my neck, trying to cover my embarrassment when I realized one of my earrings was missing.

I started searching the blankets on the bed, rummaging around like a raccoon, and Rocky watched me like I had two heads.

"It's my earring." I explained, "I think I lost it, it's not in my ear." I told him, and he stood to his full height, making me swoon for a minute. But I stopped when I remembered I had more important matters to attend to.

"Did you by chance see if I had it in my ear last night when you carried me up here?" I asked him, "They were little pearls." I added, and he shook his head no.

I had to admit, I was upset. My late mother had given me them before she passed, and it wasn't like I could go out and buy a whole new pair.

Rocky didn't seem to notice, or care, that I was upset as he watched me search with a frown settled on his face. I felt a tingle behind my eyes, and I knew I was about to cry, but with every fiber of my being, I stopped myself.

I had already sobbed in front of this man last night. I certainly did not need to do it again.

Rocky's curiosity must have peaked, because he finally spoke up, "Why don't you just get a new pair?" He suggested, and I shook my head, biting back my wobbly lip.