This is an OLD smut and I've promptly decided not to read over this so, don't come for me. I'm choosing peace. I remember not being a big fan of this one, but someone here may enjoy it.
This is also to hold y'all over 'cuz I have no idea when the next smut will come out 😭 Hopefully soon 'cuz I can already see the messages on my message board asking me for another smut... YA NASTIES!
Excuse any mistakes and I hope y'all enjoy!
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How the hell did I end up in a situation like this?
When I woke up, instead of him being gone like I'm almost certain is supposed to be the case, he was sleeping peacefully next to me in my bed. His clothes are still sprawled around on the floor, as are mine. But my clothes are allowed to be here because this is my house.
And the only reason I brought him back in the first place is because I expected him to wanna leave after we got done doing whatever it was we were gonna do. One night stands have never been my cup of tea seeing it's such a dangerous game to play, but there was something about him I couldn't let pass me by.
But that ship has long ago sailed. It's time for him to get the hell outta here 'cuz I got work in the next couple hours. As much as I hate to let that dick go, it has to.
"Hey," I whisper and let my hand nudge him awake. He stirs, but never opens an eye. Either I wore his ass out or he's playing with me. "Hey."
"I got a name," he utters tiredly.
I jerk my head back before deciding to ignore it. He was about to get up outta here anyway. "Well you and your name gotta go. I got work."
He sits up and cocks an eyebrow at me. My look challenges him right back.
"You don't remember my name?" he asks.
"I do," I half lie. I know it starts with an M, but don't ask me shit after that.
"What is it?"
"Mmm-" I begin, hoping he would catch on and finish it for me. But he simply stares, leaving me to my own devices. "Alright, fuck you."
"You don't remember my name but you was saying it all last night." I roll my eyes. He knows good and well we were both a lil tipsy last night, so remembering his name wasn't on my radar. "It's Michael."
"Michael." I snap and point my finger at him, last night staring to come back to me. "Okay, Michael, you gotta go. It's early and I got work in the morning." I lean over to check the time and see that it's still only 6am. I work at 9, but I have to be up in the next two hours if I wanna be on time.
"Why I gotta go now? I'm tryna do a part two of last night."
He touches my thigh. Just like last night, I feel sparks that light me up all over. How is his touch so addicting? How does he know how to touch me just right? I'm almost prepared to let him stay for a little while longer.
