Bonds Of Desire

Him?

An annoying splitting headache wakes me. My head feels like it's been pounded by two able machines. My mouth is dry and my tongue is shriverling from lack of water.

I shift around on what seems to be a bed, groaning as I try to blink my eyes open. As soon as I fully open my eyes, the morning ray of sunshine forces me to abruptly close it back. I mean who on earth leaves their window open in the morning.

Ugh.

Slowly opening my eyes back to adjust to the sunlight, I try to sit up to get my bearings right. My brain feels fuzzy. Maybe I should just lie down a little more.

I slowly lie down back, hitting my head on the soft ass pillow beneath me. It has a woodsy smell with a nice scent of shampoo. What type of shampoo is this. Snuggling more into it, my body slowly relaxes. This feels nice. But I'm badly thirsty.

I blindly stretch my hand towards the bedside table, eyes still squeezed shut, hoping to find a pint of water.

Tapping on it sporadically until my nails scratch a glass. Picking it up as I sit up slightly to take a huge gulp of water. Drinking almost half of it it one gulp. I slowly placed it back on the table. Finally I feel refreshed.

And that's when it hits me. I don't ever remember to put water on my bedside table. The only things always there are a few scattered books and my phone . My phone, where on earth is it.

Sprinting up suddenly in a sitting position, my eyes wide trying to figure where on earth I am. This is definitely not my room.

The walls are grey, almost everything in the room is either grey or black. The bed is huge and comfy with too many pillows . Definately a queen size. And good gracious the room is big.

Beautiful murals design the walls. There's a ps5 sitting in one corner of the room. A few books Splayed on the floor near the foot of the bed. Whose room is this. I wrack my head, as I try to remember what happened last night.

The club, drinking, the handsome stranger. Oh my God . Don't tell me we did something last night. Trying to think about what happened my face flushes. Pushing the covers off me a little, I realise I'm still in my party dress. We probably didn't do anything then. Cos why do I still have this on.

Suddenly the handle of the door turns and the door is been opened slowly. Squinting my eyes, someone poked their head in before letting in their whole body. None other than my handsome stranger.

Tracing my eyes to take in his figure. He even looks more better now. His black hair is ruffled on his head. It almost reaches his eyes, slightly curled. His face is relaxed and a bit pouty. He probably just woke up.

He has a bright olive skin. He has a white v neck top on, that sticks to him like second skin and a black joggers that covers his legs reaching down to his ankles. All I want to do is raise the joggers up to feel how muscular his thighs are.

I feel like I'm being too forward with my thinking, but who cares. It's not every day I get to see a Greek god. The white top does nothing in hiding those hard muscles underneath them. Oh I think I'm still drunk.

The tattoos on his left hand is on full display, only covered a little by the arm of the top. I just want to trace my tongue on every one of them. He has a full arm tattoo, varying different drawings and writings. Oh he's looking so eatable .

"Are you feeling better now" he said gruffly his voice deep and raspy, drawing my attention away from his body. His voice makes me feel shivers, that goes straight down to my core making me clasp my thighs together. Everything about him screams dripping sex appeal.