I'm a straightforward girl. I see what I like and I take it. It's been the same when I was little and it's still the same now. So when I went out clubbing with my friends that night and I saw this highly attractive guy, I just knew I had to have him...
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I woke up to the feeling of fingers trailing my chest. Annoyed, I swatted the hand away and shifted onto my side, wrapping the blanket tighter around me.
Wait...
My eyes shot open, and I sat up abruptly, startling the man who laid beside me.
"What's wrong?" He gently gripped my arm and tugged me down so I'd lay in his arms. I stiffly allowed him to, my mind preoccupied with the fact that I was sleeping soundly just a few minutes ago.
That never happened. I never allowed that to happen. My body was programmed to stay hyper-vigilant, even while I slept. When did I become so unguarded?
Was my sense of danger getting rusty because I'd been getting comfortable? Or was I just exhausted after that strenuous workout?
This was dangerous. Something could have happened to me while I was unconscious. My mother could've found me. My heart raced with the thought and my mind instantly told me to run. To run away before that happened.
I didn't want to go back. I didn't...
"Celeste?" My head got tilted upwards, so I'd look into his eyes.
My heart somersaulted all over my chest. I took a deep breath to calm myself, but my panic slowly melted the more I gazed into his concerned eyes.
Was it him? Was he the reason my awareness flew out of the window? Why I felt safe enough to discard years of training? I almost didn't want to know.
"Are you okay?"
I blinked, my head instinctively nodding.
I snapped myself out of my daze and frowned at him. Now that I was conscious, I was becoming aware of the soreness between my legs.
"What time is it?" I asked, glancing around for my phone that I had left at the club, as if it would magically appear in front of me.
The girls were probably blowing it up asking where I was and if I got home safe.
I sighed and ran a hand down my face. I needed more sleep. There was no reason for me to be this tired... well there was but I thought I was used to that by now.
"It's..." he took his phone off the nightstand and said. "It's five past seven."
So it was still early.
I threw the blanket off of me and slipped out of his arms to sit at the edge of the bed.
"I have to go," I murmured. "It was nice meeting you."
Somehow, those words felt heavier than they needed to be. What in the world was wrong with me?
Remi quickly shot up and grabbed my arm. "Wait," he said, slightly panicked. "Let's have breakfast first."
I looked at him oddly.
He smiled that dimpled smile of his and shrugged. "I don't like to eat alone."
