I woke up the next morning, and I woke up to sitting on a bed. It wasn't my bed, I was so confused but got up and started walking outside the room. I looked to my left and saw this guy sleeping on the couch. It finally hit me that I was in Bob's apartment. I was so tired that I completely forgot that I went over to Bob's apartment. But why was I on his bed, and he was on the couch? I at least remember sleeping on his couch and not in his bed.
( yawns*) "Oh hey, good morning y/n how are you?" Bob said
"I'm doing good. Why was I sleeping on your bed, and you are sleeping on the couch?" I said with confusion
"Oh uh..I noticed you were sleeping pretty heavily, so I picked you up and put you on my bed. I didn't want you to sleep on my couch." Said Bob
For some odd reason, that made me blush a little. Knowing how caring he was. I didn't say anything. I stand there like a idiot for a short period of time.
"Oh...uh...thank you, but you did need to do that." I said
I told Bob that I needed to go and head out. Bob said okay, but he seemed a little sad that I had to go. I felt bad it's obvious he enjoyed my company. I enjoyed his company as well. The way he makes me feel safe is something I haven't really felt before in a really long time. Most of the guys I've been around and have dated always gave me the creeps.
"Hey Bob, before I go, do you want my phone number? I said
Bob said "sure" and I put my phone number on his phone. He smiled when I gave his phone back to him
Then I left his apartment...
