Project Rewrite

He does a better job at winking

"Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition."

-Alexander Smith

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Maybe that angel wasn't bad at his job after all.

For once I think it was awake when something undeniably bad was happening to me and was like 'oh look Athena's in trouble better help the poor kid after all the shit I put her through'

I snuggled at the fur duvet I am under. Funny. My comforter isn't fur.

Wtf?

I opened my eyes and squint at the light coming from the window. One things for sure, that is not my apartment window.

And this is absolutely not my room.

My eyes roamed around the room and I realized that I was in a king sized bed covered in a black duvet.

My heart started beating faster and as instinct I checked under the duvet to see if I had clothes on.

None.

Fcking Angel.

My shirt and shorts were gone but fortunately I was still wearing my bikini, not that it was a better thing.

I started to feel a strong pounding in my head. I massaged my temple and closed my eyes.

"You're awake." I suddenly heard a masculine voice

"Please tell me you found me at the beach in one piece, seeing that I was passed out you brought me here out of good faith and you didn't try anything funny because you're gay." I rambled coherently still eyes closed.

I heard him laugh so I slightly opened my eyes.

"Sadly, that's not what happened. But your version's much better.Except the gay part because clearly I am enjoying my view here." he smirked eyeing my upper half.

Pervert.

"So what did happen?" I asked as I covered my upper part with the duvet. I opened my eyes completely and ignored the pounding headache.

I also ignored the fact that this chiselle- featured brown-haired dude is extremely hot.

He tut "Now that would take all the fun out of it, don't you think?" And I'm starting to hate this guy despite the hotness.

"Can you atleast tell me where my clothes are so I could storm the hell out of here."

Bitch mode on.

"You vomitted all over your clothes. Do you still want to use them?" he said not leaving his eyes off of me.

I sighed.

"Then can you please lend me some clothes? I would appreciate it very much." I tried to look as sweet as possible

He didn't say anything. He just went to a door into a connecting room-which I assume is his closet- grabbed something then threw it to me.

It was a My Chemical Romance band shirt and some boxer shorts.

"Uh.Your boxers?" I asked as my cheeks turned red.

He smirked. "Don't worry, It's new but if you want the used one I could len---"

"No thanks!" I didn't let him finish.

He was clearly amused that my face was reddening up. He stared at me with his blunt smirk for a while then told me to go downstairs once I finished changing.