"Do you think I care about your past?" I asked.
"I don't think so. But whine, I think you care about your future." He replied.
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Enimes to lovers
Office romance
She fell first but he fell harder
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My head is spinning like crazy. I don't even want to open my eyes, too scared to know if it will cause any pain. I squeeze my bedsheet from the headache and-
Why did the bedsheet moan?
Looks like god is forcing me to open my eyes to see what moaned that heavenly. I open my eyes and my body takes two step back.
What is this..
"Are you serious Nova.. after all the help I did.." he is looking so good with that scrunched-moany-face. Oh right, I should be shocked.
"How did I.." what did even happened last night. But.. god he is trying so hard not to leave any sound while hiding his dick. Wait.. did I just.. FUCKING SQUEEZE HIS DICK?!
I'm loosing my mind. How can I touch a man's dick on a morning. That being said, Noah's DICK?!
"Fuck. Should I be sorry?- I didn't do anything last night, right? I am sure I can handle myself well even in my drunk state." He let's out a chuckle and after the chuckle ends, no expression is on his face.
He hovers over me, traps me with his both hands. His dark blue t-shirt is tight enough to reveal his chest shape slightly. "Handle? You call that handling?!" He looks so angry at me but so cute because he is pouting-
Suzzane get out of your fantasy. You are in his bed. You are trapped with his body. You don't know what happened last night, what he did to you last night and you're calling him cute?!
I look at his eyes. "Tell me what happened last night. I don't remember taking you to my grandma's grave." He sits back on his knee. I sit and lean on this unknown's bed. "It's your place right?"
"Yes, it's my place." "Answer the first questions." "I followed you." "Why," I ask. "Because I was worried." "Don't talk bullshit," I say and he glares at me. The glare says that he is not bullshit-ing.
"Explain." He sighs and takes a bottle from his bedside table and hands it to me. "Drink this. Your headache will ease out." He says it softly. It makes me realise that if Noah wasn't there, I would've still been over the graveyard, drunk. "Thank you," his eyes shocks and looks up at me.
When his eyes gets back to normal he say, "Don't say thank you, I am already regretting enough.. I'm sorry. Very very sorry. I didn't know it was your grandmothers' death anniversary. You should've told me. No project is more important than you."
No project is important than me?
"It's okay. You didn't know that. So.. what happened last night?" I ask trying not to reveal how not so prepared I am. "I followed you to the graveyard. I didn't really want anything other than knowing you're safe so I sat in my car. After a while I picked you up from your drunken state. I drived and took you to my place." Such a short story.
