Up His Sleeve (BWWM)

Prologue

^^^Terra^^^

My loose curls were sprawled out along the pillows as I groaned myself awake. I could feel the heat of the sunlight, bleeding through the blinds, against my caramel skin. When my eyes fluttered open to reveal smokey orbs, I immediately squinted with confusion.

"Uh..." Fell from my lips before I grasped the covers hiding my bare chest. 'Shit..' I was naked and the sheets caressing my body were rubbing me all kinds of ways. Ways I'd prefer them not to. They were surely not the silky linens I was use to in my own bed.

When the comforter shifted and my eyes grew wide, I realized I was not alone. I turned my head to the side to face a bare tan back that was decently toned. There laid a male beside me with shaggy dark tresses as he softly snoring away in his respectable corner.

'time to ditch!' My thoughts snapped with urgency.

Sitting up swiftly, I tried not to make to much commotion with the creaking mattress and shuffling sheets. I scouted out my surroundings and spotted my purse tossed upon a dresser with knocked over Cologne bottles and what-nots. Then my eyes shifted to the floor as I clutched the sheets closer to my chest to find my scattered clothing and heels. But my Urkel glasses were missing in action which had me franticly searching every inch of the room.

The clicking of an alarm clock caught my attention and surprisingly my glasses were resting on top. Sighing in relief, I slipped out of the sheets and retrieved them. After sliding them on to my nose, I grabbed my clothes and heels to stuff them in my purse that could easily be mistaken for a beach bag. I dug through it's endless depths before finding a simple tank and sweats.

Silently praising the lord, I slipped on my spare-

"Hey..?" A scratchy voice called from behind me. I turned to face the man in bed after sticking two Bobby-pins between my teeth and gathering up my hair. "Where ya goin'?"

Tying my hair up in a messy bun and pinning back strays I spoke, "It's Monday." I pointed at his alarm clock lazily, "And 7:28, I need to be at work by 8."

"oh," he sat up rubbing his eyes and revealing his facial features to me. They were very edgy with his faded shadow and single ear piercing. "Well can I at least get your name?" His cerulean orbs bored into mine.

For some reason a smile tugged at my lips. The fact that a one night stand wanted to know my name made me feel a bit better about my pathetic actions.

"Westbourne- uh, Terra Westbourne." I stuttered but then grinned with deep dimples before taking off without shoes and his number.