➰Bronagh➰
Waking up next to another person, maybe a stranger, well it's not the best feeling.
I'm not exactly thrilled with who is lying, asleep beside me.
None other that the very own Dalton Owens. The biggest player, drunk and screwed up person you could ever meet.
What have I got myself into?
6:02am my phone reads. 3% is all I have left of the battery. Better make use of it.
I feel a shuffle beside me and a hand hugging my waist.
All I have on is a pair of bra and panties. My black lace ones to be exact.
"Shit" he murmurs.
"Fuck Bronagh, do that again" he moans.
What is he dreaming about and why is he saying my name?
There's a tent poking through the covers.
Oh my god.
I quietly sneak out of his arms and grab some of my clothes along the way to the bathroom.
All I can find is my shoes no dress in sight.
So I look in the drawers to see if I can find something comfortable to wear.
A pair of joggers and a half zip.
Perfect.
I get changed in the bathroom. There a little baggy but I like it.
"Well this is a nice surprise" said a husky voice.
Shit.
He's awake."Well I couldn't find my dress, sorry. I can take 'em of if you want" I stutter being taken back by the big smile on his face.
"As much as I would like you to take them off..." typical. " I like them on you"
"You coming back to bed?" He offers.
I sit down on the sofa beside his bed instead. There's one thing that's bothering me.
"We didn't do anything last night, did we?" I mutter.
"You don't remember?" he's hurt by my question. I wasn't drunk last night but I did have one or two but I just needed to be sure.
"Yes I remember that, but when we came back here..." I hand my head in shame.
"That?"he raised an eyebrow.
"The ... Kiss... it was only a meaningless kiss" I try to convince myself.
"Ouch" he mimics.
"And no we didn't do anything else last night"a big wave of relief hits me.
"But if we did... what would you do"
I honestly do not know.
Maybe if I don't answer he won't push it any further.
"Are you going to say something?"
"Well I need a piss" he scurried off to the bathroom and as he went I noticed the rather big bump in his briefs.
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Kiss Me
RomanceDalton Owens is not your stereotypical old romantic. In fact he's quite the opposite. He sleeps with hundreds of girls, breaks hearts, cheats, drinks constantly, drugs and much more. But when I find myself in his bed I am mortified. I promised m...