𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓮

47| right through me

DIANE

I awoke to the feeling of sunlight streaming through the window, a soft breeze blowing through the curtains. I stretched, savoring the feeling of my muscles waking up after a restful night's sleep.

As I exhaled, I realized that I hadn't felt this refreshed in a long time. A sense of peace washed over me, and I smiled to myself. Today was going to be a good day.

As I was stretching, I reached out with my arm and it landed on something that was definitely not a pillow. I turned my head to look at what I had touched, and my eyes widened in shock. There was someone lying next to me.

I gasped out loud, because the figure stirred and let out a groan. I quickly grabbed the nearest pillow and smacked the person with it, not sure what else to do.

They sat up and I could see it was a man, his hair a mess and his eyes bleary with sleep. "What the hell?" he said, looking at me in confusion.

"Isaak?"

His eyes were still half-closed, but he seemed to be recognizing me. I couldn't help but feel a little relieved.  "What were you doing?"

"I could ask you the same thing!" I replied, my heart still pounding from the shock of finding him in my bed. "What the hell are you doing here?"

I couldn't help but notice how, even in his disheveled state, he looked so damn good.

There was something about the way the morning light hit his features that made my heart flutter.

Despite the confusion and anxiety coursing through me, I couldn't help but feel my heart skip a beat at the sight of him.

His voice was still low and gravelly from sleep, and his half-closed eyes gave him a boyish innocence that was hard to resist. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts.

As he got out of bed, I caught a glimpse of his toned body beneath the unbuttoned black shirt he was wearing. I quickly looked away, trying to ignore the sudden heat in my cheeks. It was hard to focus on anything other than the sight of him, but I forced myself to stay on task. I had to find out what was going on.

"You don't remember anything from last night?" He asked and I thought back, every memory as clear as day.

From when I told him to stay with me to the part where I nearly poured my whole heart, and I would've if I wasn't so tired. "No," I lie.

He studied my face, searching for any hint of deception which I'm sure he found. "Are you sure?" he pressed, his voice gentle but firm. "It's a bit of a blur," I repeated, avoiding his gaze. I didn't want to lie to him, but I couldn't bring myself to admit the truth. There was too much at stake. "Are you sure you're not just trying to forget?" he asked, his voice softening.

His question hit me like a brick because it was exactly what I was trying to do.  "No, that's not it," I said, my voice wavering slightly. "I just need some time to process everything."

"So why you were drinking last night?" He asked, taking me by shock. "I didn't have anything to drink Isaak,"

"But I saw you with a drink in your hand," he protested, clearly confused. "You were swaying and slurring your words, and you didn't seem like yourself." I took a deep breath, trying to keep my cool.

"I promise you, I wasn't drinking anything. I just felt tired and out of it," I explained, hoping he would believe me. He stared at me for a moment, his expression unreadable.

"Okay," he finally said, sounding unconvinced. I bit my lip, I hated that he could see right through me.

"Fine, i was drinking. But I can promise it wasn't alcoholic, it was a Yerba mate.