Last to Know |Bastian Schweinsteiger|

You. Me. Bathroom. Now

Claudia's POV

When we broke away from each other I looked into Bastian's eyes. I could see only one thing in them. Lust.

And I was more than sure it was in mine as well.

Bastian was breathing heavily and his eyes darkened when I took his hand and stood up. I leaded him to the corridor opposite the restroom.

The moment we got there, Bastian impatiently pinned me towards the closest war and smashed his lips on mine. When his lips were gliding over mine I realized there was no way we'd stop. No way.

-Bathroom- he murmured in my neck while he was gently kissing it.

The feeling which his warm breath on my skin combined with his hands going down my back assured me that we had to do this. None of us was able to hold back. Not anymore.

-Bathroom- I managed to whisper before our lips met again.

Yeah, we definitely couldn't stop.

***

Pain. Brain-crushing pain was all I could feel. And the terrible noise I heard was not helping at all.

As soon as I tried to open my eyes my body painfully reminded me about the amount of alcohol I had in my body. My eyelids were way to heavy.

I tried to move but something was stopping me from doing that. I couldn't even open my mouth to curse.

No matter how terrible it would be I knew I had to wake up.

-Okay- I started encouraging myself in my mind, and let me tell you that even that made my brain hurt- Three, two, one...

The moment I opened my eyes the blue light blinded me. At first I felt like I got punches straight in my head. I had no idea what was happening. Fortunately after some time I managed to focus and finally make out what was the source of that horrendous noise.

The TV was somehow on and currently some not that badass badasses were being killed by Jason Statham or whatever his name was.

I blinked couple times and started searching for the remote but when I looked to the right sight of the bed I suddenly could not move at all.

I kept staring at Bastian's naked torso which wasn't even couple inches away from me. His strong muscular, bluish arm was strongly embracing my waist.

All of this mixed with the fact I did not have any clothes on me made every single thing which happened earlier this night quite obvious. Not that I needed some other proves that my own memories which surprisingly were not blurred. Not at all. I could thank my conscience for that.

I slept with a taken man.

I slept with a man who was going to marry soon someone who definitely was not me.

All of sudden I felt sick. Not physically but mentally. I had to get out of that fucking bed.

I delicately took Bastian's palm and slowly removed his arms from my body. I observed his face but it didn't show any signs. He was still sleeping like a newborn baby.

I quietly lifted my legs and placed the on the soft carpet. I gradually stood up and straightened up. When the world stopped spinning around I started walking towards the toilet. Even though it was only couple steps it still felt like running a damn marathon.

I spotted Bastian's white shirt on the floor and decided to put it on. I was about to bend in order to get it when all of sudden I heard another thunderous bang. Of course Jason Statham couldn't find a better time to kill some people with a freaking bazooka.

The noise made me feel again like my brain was dying again. The quake I had inside of my head made me lose my balance. I tripped over something (probably the pair of heels) and fall down on the floor.

-Fuck- I hissed when my legs loudly hit the floor.

I nervously looked at Bastian. He might've been sleeping like a baby but now he was certainly awake.

Bastian's POV

-What the hell?- I groaned as I sat up way too quickly. The minute I did that I felt my temple pulsing painfully.

I looked around the room still confused when I noticed Claudia lying on the floor.

After taking only a short glance at her body which was covered only in my shirt I couldn't stop myself from rethinking things that happened couple hours ago.

-Dia? You're alright?- I asked as I hesitantly got up from the bed and came to her.

When she didn't answer I took my hand and I swept her long hair from her face.

She looked at me resigned with her big, hazel eyes and shook her head.

I knew we both felt the same kind of emotions but I was also aware of the fact that sadness and quilt were not the main feelings in our minds.

We knew we only had this one night and we both needed to make the best out of it.

Claudia's POV

-We're screwed- I mumbled to Bastian when he sat down next to me. Our knees were touching lightly. Our closeness made me tremble. And the fact he was wearing only a pair of boxers was not helping me at all.

-Shh. We'll have the rest of our lives to worry- he whispered back as he moved his palm from the floor to my left knee and caressed it tenderly.

I shivered at Bastian's fingers sliding up my bare thigh. I let out a quite sigh and I didn't even realize when his other hand was taking his shirt off me.

I threw my hands around his warm neck and brought him closer to me. I smashed my lips on his and slide my nails up his back.

Bastian let out a groan as my tongue traced over his lips. A moan parted my lips when I he spread my legs and move his lips too my neckline.

We were sure as hell screwed but it was definitely worth it.