His Lovable Klutz (Completed)

Segment Twenty-eight.

♥ What The F*ck! ♥

      The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Stefan and Coby were tangled up under the covers, both of them deep in sleep. Stefan's arm was draped protectively over Coby's middle, his hand resting on her bare skin. They lay close, the warmth of their bodies melding together under the covers, a picture of intimate comfort.

      Coby stirred first, her head pounding with the unmistakable throb of a hangover. Groaning softly, she tried to sit up, but something—or rather, someone—was preventing her from moving. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she pulled the cover up, her eyes widening in horror when she realized she was completely naked.

      Her mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. Slowly, almost fearfully, she turned her head to the side and saw Stefan laying beside her, his face relaxed in sleep. Despite the situation, she couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked—his strong jawline, the slight stubble that only made him more ruggedly attractive, and his brown hair tousled from sleep.

      But then reality crashed back in, and Coby's eyes went even wider. Her breath caught in her throat, and before she could stop herself, she let out a loud, startled scream. The next thing she knew, she was stumbling off the bed, landing on the floor with a painful thud, wincing as she hit the ground.

      Her scream had jolted Stefan awake. He sat up quickly, eyes wide in shock as he looked around the room and then at Coby, who was desperately trying to wrap the covers around her body.

      "What the hell are you doing in my room?" Stefan barked, his voice hoarse from sleep but tinged with anger.

      Coby, still in a state of panic, glanced around the room, realizing with mounting horror that she wasn't in her own room.

      "I-I... don't know!" she stammered, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of how she had ended up in Stefan's bed.

      "Turn around!" Stefan commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

      Coby quickly spun around, her face burning with embarrassment. She could hear Stefan moving behind her, and when she dared to glance back, she saw that he was pulling on his pants, his chest still bare and toned.

      "What happened last night?" Stefan demanded, his eyes narrowing at her as he zipped up his pants. "How did you end up in my room?"

      Coby was utterly confused, her mind in a blur. She tried desperately to remember, but all she could recall was comforting Stefan in the living room. And then—her eyes widened as the memories came rushing back in a fast-forward blur.

      Last night, Coby had been sitting with Stefan in the living room, her arms wrapped around him as he wept. They had both been drunk, the liquor dulling their senses and inhibitions. She had helped Stefan up the stairs, his arm slung over her shoulder as they stumbled into his bedroom.

      They had sat on the bed, an awkward silence hanging between them as they stared at each other, their emotions raw and exposed. Then, Stefan had leaned in, his lips brushing against hers, soft at first, then more insistent. The kiss deepened, their hands exploring each other's bodies, the alcohol-fueled passion taking over. Clothes had been discarded in a frenzied rush—Stefan pulling off Coby's shirt, Coby tugging at his...

      Coby gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as the memory hit her full force. She couldn't believe it—they had slept together. Oh God, they had slept together!

      Stefan, who had finished dressing and was now standing bare-chested and demanding answers, seemed oblivious to her realization.

      "Answer me!" he snapped. "What the hell gave you the audacity to stay in my room?"