SHAMELESS, lewis hamilton¹

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Mirabella's eyes fluttered open, taking in a deep breath from the peaceful sleep that she was in. She was oddly comfortable, not wanting to get up from bed at all.

Then she became aware of the weight that was draped over her waist, the hand resting against her stomach and something that she was resting her head on that was too firm to be a pillow.

Then flashes of what happened last night entered her mind.

Oh, she messed up. Really bad. That wasn't supposed to happen. That was never supposed to happen.

She hated him. Why would she do that?

She should move. But a part of her just wanted to go right back to sleep. Because if she was honest with herself, that was probably the best sleep she's had in years.

But the fact that she finally had her common sense back meant that she realised that she needed to leave. Not to catch something, like a plane. She needed it for herself.

She grabbed his hand as carefully as she could, grimacing as she hoped to every god that exists that she wouldn't wake him. After she let go of his hand, she moved away just as carefully. She sat up on the edge of the bed and her heart skipped a beat when she heard him move behind her, making her carefully look over her shoulder.

He was still asleep. Oh, thank god.

She shouldn't have looked at him. Her eyes traced his features. He looked so peaceful. So handsome. Bello.

Okay, yeah, she needs to get out of there. The fact that that was her natural reaction is just weird and... abnormal. She doesn't like it. At all.

She stood up, but a grimace took over her face and she winched. She was sore. For fucks sake. That bitch.

She rushed through the bathroom, doing everything as quickly as she could, including taking off her make-up. Then she packed her things, trying to make as little noise as possible, which was difficult as the zippers to her suitcases were loud, to say the least.

She ended up managing well, and soon she was finally out the door. She hadn't looked at the time at all yet, only concentrating on getting out and away from the mistake she made. Her eyes widened when she saw the time. It was almost six in the morning. Six in the morning? It was too early. She didn't understand how she felt completely refreshed. It didn't make sense at all.

But she found herself not knowing what to do. Her plane didn't leave until twelve. That is five hours from now. What was she supposed to do now?

The answer popped into her head not even a second later. Let's just hope he's awake. He better be, because she is in a crisis and she needs her best friend.

After relentless knocks on his door and spam of messages, the door finally opened to reveal a rather tired Mick, who looked ready to murder her. She just grinned at him, pushing her way past him and she heard him grumble German swear words under his breath. The word 'hündin' stood out to her.

Mirabella ended up taking a shower there, finally getting properly rid of the evidence of her mistake.

A part of her wasn't sure if the word mistake fit for what happened. A mistake shouldn't feel that good. She could still feel him, even now.

When she came back out of the bathroom, Mick was sitting on the bed, his back resting against the headboard and it looked like he was going to fall asleep like that in any second. But he became alert when he heard her enter the room again.

"Sit," he ordered her, pointing to the space next to him. She did as he said, only she laid down and buried her head into one of the pillows. Mick blinked down at her and said, a hint of confusion laced in his tone, "I said sit."