This Won't Work

Begged Her To

"Love you but you cannot spend the night"

- Chase Atlantic

Her eyes fluttered awake. She immediately took in her surroundings. Took in his arm around her body. Took in his breath against her neck. Took in the smell of his sheets. The heat of his body made her stomach flutter in a way she didn't like.

Elana had slept here. And she wasn't drunk.

She had wanted him to fuck her. She let herself fall asleep on his bed. She needed to get out of his bed, out of his room, and forget the way she asked him to fuck her.

Who was she because this was not Elana.

Elana was stubborn. Elana hated Damien. Elana wanted him far away from her. But last night she not only gave in but accepted her need to fuck him.

What is wrong with her?

She squirmed out of his arms and heard a low groan behind her.

It was that easy. Just that sound and she'd let him have her again.

She looked over her shoulder. His eyes were still shut but he was clearly awake and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He was shirtless and Elana tried to resist looking.

How could anyone look so good in the morning? Especially after a long night of merciless sex.

His eyes opened while she was still staring. Elana immediately tried to pretend as if she wasn't.

"Don't look away." His morning voice sounded so good. A lazy smirk plastered on his face.

Waking up to that voice and that face everyday must be amazing. For some other girl, though. Never Elana.

Damien sat up and stretched his body. Sleeping beside Elana had given him the best sleep of his life. She was so comfortable to hold.

Elana jumped out of bed, covering her naked body with the sheet. He watched her walk around the room picking up her clothing.

"You won't catch me sleeping here again." Elana told him.

"It's not my fault. You fucking passed out."

She started getting dressed. "You could've woken me up."

"I'm not that mean."

Elana glanced over at him as he got out of bed.

Holy fuck.

Why did he have to be so fine? Elana desperately wanted to hate him but it was impossible. His body looked like one hand-sculpted by the greatest sculptor. He looked straight out of a good dream.

His looks were surreal.

Her ogling amused him.

Once she was completely clothed she left without a word.

How ungrateful could she be? - Damien thought. He gave her the best sex, he gave her comfortable sleep and she still absolutely loathed him. What else could he do?

He complained yet he loved how she hated him. It made everything ten times more interesting. Plus, she looked cute while angry.

His phone rang, stirring him out of his thoughts. The caller ID read 'Little sis'. What he let happen yesterday suddenly wasn't so appealing. How was he supposed to talk to his sister after that?

Sex-fogged Damien did not make good decisions.

"Hey, Nova. What's up?" He spoke into the phone, the memories of last night making him half-nauseous.