That one night

Chapter 4 - Morning after

*semi-mature*

Isabella

What the hell did I even drink last night to feel this rough?

My head was suffering just slightly more than the other main culprit which is my stomach that's uncomfortable painful throb of a headache that feels like I can barely open my eyes without wincing and to top it of the rest of me felt exhausted and sore which is just the cherry on top, my body rarely gets this stiff and given the nauseous feeling in my stomach right now I'm hope it doesn't last long otherwise a bathroom dash won't be fun. I knew I'd been drunk at one point during the night an yet I sobered up enough to walk properly towards the end of the night and leaving Kleine, I remember knowing my surroundings more when I stood outside tipsy however unlike my exit the rest of last night wasn't as easy or clear in my memory with only bits and pieces coming back to me, whoever made our drinks last night must have had Alex telling him to make them stronger considering we never buy enough drinks to get drunk, I knew it nothing else thanks to Kleine's strict security who search possessions and people thoroughly to make sure nothing gets snuck in like drugs or weapons as the club is very open about their views on keeping it safe for all customers and staff by ensuring that the building remains drug, violent and trouble free

Note to self stop listening to Ava when she says 'we're going out' in the future cause I can't do this shit again

Slowly peeling my eyes open it doesn't take long to realise that I'm not in my room, before I could overthink on exactly where I am or how I got here in the first place more memories from last night played through my mind and then all of a sudden it clicks while staring at the navy coloured walls, my cheeks heat up and I know I'm blushing as I remember what I happened throughout the night and relive in my head just how good last night felt except I don't let myself linger too much over the memory as it's just a one night stand nothing more. I don't even want to check what the time currently was especially seeing as Holden has more stamina than I probably gave him credit meaning that it wasn't just once or twice we fucked, no we'd gone at least five rounds before neither of us had the energy to go again, multiple rounds mind blowing sex that doesn't require faking will make any girl lose track of how many times she'd made me cum or what the time was when falling asleep... the man knew exactly what he was doing

Where has that kind of sex been? I sure as hell have been missing out if it's supposed to feel that good

Not wanting to endure the awkwardness that would've followed once Holden woke up I force myself to get up trying not to disturb him as I carefully move his arm that was thrown around my waist trying my best not to wake him up especially when I had the task of finding my clothes that clearly I didn't care to think about needing the second I woke up, trying my best to tiptoe around his room searching for them until I look around and see that both of our clothes had been carelessly thrown across his room

Thankfully I was able to find most of my clothes the only thing I couldn't find was my underwear and I'm hoping to find it otherwise I'm gonna be feeling extremely embarrassed in the cab home, as I continue searching I think bad to last night again, I thought Holden was a beautiful human specimen before but Holden shirtless showing off his muscles and tattoos which I low key have already fallen in love with since the attention to detail on the large pieces was incredible

The tattoos weren't the only thing that was large either

"Fuck" I groaned quietly shaking my head in an attempt to push aside anything to do with last night at least long enough for me to find what I'm looking for however it's beginning to look doubtful, the more time I wasted  trying to look for them the higher the chances of  Holden waking to me trying to sneak out ..... throwing in the towel metaphorically of course I gave up before internally groaning when it dawns on me that I actually have to wear this and my heels home as I wiggle my way back into my clothes, I was proud of myself when I managed to zip the dress up without help and then smiling when I realised I'd also managed not to fall over in the process