The faint red glow of morning hit me in the eyes, making me groan as I rolled over. The sheets were tangled in my legs, but I felt too bad to move. My head felt thick and fuzzy, and I knew if I sat up, the spins would set in.
I had just closed my eyes when a crash came from my kitchen. Ignoring my discomfort, I shot out of bed. It took me a second to get my bearings, but it was enough time for me to remember Striker had been sleeping on my couch.
Keeping one hand on the wall to steady myself, I went into the kitchen to find Striker rummaging through my cabinets for a pan. He pulled on out, turning and grinning when he saw me, "Morning, darlin'. How's your head?"
I leaned against the counter, watching as he set the pan on the stove and poured me a cup of coffee. I took the offered mug and replied, "Like I got ran over by a Canadian trucker convoy."
Striker chuckled, pulling eggs out of the fridge. I watched as he began to cook breakfast, thinking how nice it was to have someone here with me that didn't just hide in front of his HellBox and play some crappy video game all day. A girl could get used to this.
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Nowhere But Up | A Striker x Reader Story
RomanceWhen you hit rock bottom, there is nowhere to go but up. And sometimes, you have the opportunity to meet that special someone along the way.
