Crazy In Love | Buggy

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We had both went to bed almost immediately after our short conversation. I laid there, in bed, for what felt like an eternity, considering whether or not to follow my dad's plan. I could not sleep, I was far too anxious. All I could hear was the sound of my heart pounding like a jack hammer in my chest.

What made the decision even more difficult to make was how little time I had to make it. Buggy had told me that it was only for tonight that we would be docked here. That meant, in the morning, we'd be off, and I'd lose this opportunity. It was now or never. Do or die.

If I wanted to follow my Dad's plans, it had to be tonight. Luckily for me, Buggy was already fast asleep. He, unlike me, seemed to have no problems falling asleep. He was out like a light almost immediately after his head hit the pillow.

I couldn't help but think he looked quite cute as he slept. My mind began to wonder to just before bed. When he had gotten ready for bed, he had pulled off his coat. As he did so, it lifted up his buttoned up shirt which showed a small flash of his stomach.

My own stomach fluttered with butterflies from the short glance. I couldn't deny that he was incredibly attractive.

Again, I was disgusted with my attraction to him. It was wrong of me to find such an evil man so good-looking.

It only got worse when he began to unbutton his shirt, showing even more skin. I desperately wanted to peel my eyes away from him, but physically couldn't stop myself from looking at him.

Then, all of a sudden, he seemed to remember that I was there. He had looked almost embarrassed - which was rare for him. He apologised, saying he had forgotten that I was even there. He then softly asked me to close my eyes so he could get changed for bed.

I followed his order. If I'm honest, I felt a heavy pang of disappointment. I wanted to take another peak, but I resisted the urge to. After all, I wouldn't want him peeking at me as I changed. Of course, I couldn't change because I had no clothes except the ones I was wearing.

Buggy seemed to notice that I had no change of clothes. He told me that, in the morning, he would find me some spare clothes. He warned they might be slightly clown-ish.

After he changed, he slipped under the covers and demanded I did the same. When I did, I laid down on the edge of the bed, trying to create as much distance from him as possible. The queen sized bed offered me a lot of space to do so. He was true to his word and didn't try to do anything.

Shockingly, he slept in his make-up. That, I decided not to question. He had taken off his pirate hat, though. It turns the long blue things coming off the side of it hadn't been tassels, it was his hair.

His hair was incredibly long - much longer than mine. It reached almost down to his waist. It was poker straight, too. Somehow, his long hair made me find him even more attractive.

I had never particularly been attractive to men with long hair, but his was different. Plus, it suited him surprisingly well. One wouldn't think someone could suit long blue hair, yet he pulled it off effortlessly.

Before he'd gotten into bed, he had left his sword on the dresser beside his side of the bed. If I was going to escape, it would be smart to grab that and bring it with me, I thought to myself.

So, I laid there, weighing my choices. Both seemed bad. If my head had been clearer, I would have realised that this plan was idiotic and impossible. That it would lead to nothing but danger for me.

There was no way my small town, comprised of people who had never so much as held a weapon, could take down an entire trained pirate crew.

But I was desperate, and tiredness clouded my judgement. All I wanted was to be back home. To be back with my family. I would have given anything for that to be possible, including risk my life.