𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝗂𝗀 𝖢𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖡𝗈𝗒 & 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝗂𝗀 𝖢𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖦𝗂𝗋𝗅

Chaptee 6: The Big City Girl

Sammantha

I wake up on top of a very beautiful blonde man. I start to evocative the events that happened the night before. The tattoo of a crown on the lower left aide of his waist, the way he held me while dancing in the club, the way he kissed me, the way he ran his hands all over my body. To the way he made me beg for more. He held me like I was shattered glass. I run my fingers through his very curly hair. My fingers keep getting trapped in his hair due to how curly it is.

I love it.

I'm obsessed.

He looks so peaceful when sleeping almost like he's dead-

He's lying at a bit of an angle with his right arm above his head, with the side of his face on the pillow, and his lips slightly parted. I run my fingers on his jaw, then his cheeks- my god his skin is so soft. I think I'm in love already. I've barely met this guy. I- is it his hair? His baby soft skin? Yeah. that's probably it. Heh.

God, he's pale, not as much as me but I guess he doesn't leave the apartment often. He has a lean build and kinda jacked. I take a peek at his crown tat, lifting up the blanket a bit. I really like it, it's small but not too small to be considered line art, it's cute.

He's cute.

He slowly starts to wake. He slowly opens one eye and looks like a dragon that awakened from his slumber. He groans, blinks a couple of times, and he doesn't even move a muscle. Maybe he IS A DRAGON???? HOW AWESOME WOULD THAT BE???? Okay. maybe- MAYBE I'm getting ahead of myself here a bit. "Morning handsome," I say in a groggy morning voice.

"Fuck" he mutters under his breath like I'm not literary on your chest right now dude. His low morning voice is attractive though. He is attractive. He's looking at me carefully, examining my features. My ear to his chest, I look up a bit more to meet his gaze better. He has really beautiful green eyes. Like a dark emerald and sage. But he does NOT look happy.

Andrew

I feel something on top of me. Like a fucking person. I slowly start to to open one eye take a quick glance at my surroundings, then look down at a very small-looking girl on top of my chest. My pupils narrow into slitsthe second I saw her. "Morning handsome," she says in a groggy morning voice. Was that a faint Italian accent? That's fucking hot. I groan out a "Fuck." in response.

I continue to look down at the small thing on my chest, she moves her head a bit to look up at me, I can see her face more, her soft-looking skin, pale grey eyes, and white as a ghost.

Is she wearing any makeup at all? It doesn't really look like it but if I were to ask I would get scolded for asking. She looks so innocent and pure. She starts to scrunch up her face a bit as if she's scared and confused. I can't blame her, waking up in some rando's fucking bed? Been there, done that.

Sammantha

"I could go make us some breakfast if you want. Or I could just leave." I say, he looks confused and his face scrunched up a bit, then relaxed. Maybe he's not used to this, or his flings just kind if left before he woke up. "That would be nice actually." he says in a low gravelly voice. Fuck that morning voice is hot.

"Okay. what do you want to eat?" I ask, "I don't really care, make whatever." he says, "alrighty" I say happily, I get up off him slowly, out grab a shirt and slip it over my head. I head to the bathroom, wash my hands then start to head downstairs. I look over at the bed to see he went back to sleep. Only this time he's on his back and moved the arm that was once over his head down to his side. He looks so peaceful and cute.

I quietly head down the stairs to the kitchen and start to rummage around to find out where everything is. I grab a pan and some food for egg, bacon, and French Toast. I'll wake him up once I'm done.

🖌

I'm almost done. I just need to do the eggs. I put the eggs in a bowl with some pepper, salt, and cinnamon. Yes, it tastes great. I hear small movement from upstairs and see Blondie coming down and into the kitchen. He's wearing a black tank-top and dark grey sweat pants. Damn, he looks good for first thing in the morn- it's noon. Nevermind then. "I was just about to get you."I say. He looks so fucking tired, and a bit hung over. "Mhm." is all that comes out of him. Can't blame him though. I turn around and hand him a cup of coffee "I'm not sure how you wanted you're coffee so I just left it black." He just stares at it for a bit, "Th- thanks." He said so unsure. "Your very welcome." i whisper. He took a seat at the island, and I turn back around to the eggs making sure they don't burn. I put the eggs on the plates and give on to Blondie.

He hums in response. I get it. Last night was a lot. He face seems to be tear stained. I love someone who is emotionally available, who can share their emotions easily and without conflict. I drank a lot. More than my friends, hich is normal but I'm trying to not drink so much. Still can't believe my fake ID works. I'm not even 21 yet. Well, I will be soon. This december I will be 21. I wonder how old Blondie is. Let's just hope he's over 21 already.