English Accent (The Accents #1)

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My pillow was moving.

I'm not joking. The moment I woke up, I felt my head rising sharply and then fall back down slowly. I blinked, wondering what the hell was going on as the process repeated itself, over and over.

The second strange thing was that said pillow was extremely hard. I was one of those people who liked to practically drown in their bedding, so waking up on a hard pillow was definitely something new for me.

Another disturbing fact had to do with my hair. Something, probably a hand, was gliding through it, smoothing trough the knots that had so doubt formed there as I slept. I wasn't used to people playing with my hair, so I had really no idea how... nice it felt when someone actually did it.

I moved my head a little to look down. And froze.

My legs were tangled with another pair of legs, more muscular and much longer than mine. I – we – weren't covered with a blanket, so I could see how my knee fit perfectly between his, how my thighs were folded in the valley of his legs, how our feet tangled together -

Well, that was definitely a first.

But was there any other first I couldn't remember?

Suddenly feeling restless, I started wiggling, trying to get the arm – my another discovery – laying across my middle to loosen. No such luck. It was like trying to convince Sierra to wear something that wasn't black – completely undoable.

I managed to, however, cause the person holding me to stir. Once I finally managed to get one of my legs out and kick him, the hand in my hair stopped and he groaned.

"Dammit, Sweetie, no need to get so rough." He murmured.

I kept kicking, trying to break my other leg free.

"Get off me." I demanded, pushing against his chest. "I'm hot."

The hand in my hair slid lower and his fingers brushed the skin of my arm. I raised my chin up and found him looking at me.

"Yes, you are." H said in a serious tone. "But I don't see how it gives you any right to kick me."

I rolled my eyes.

" Stop rambling and let me go." Forming a fist, I punched him in the chest.

"Bossy, aren't we?" Dominic murmured, but rolled away, disentangling himself from me.

I momentarily sat up, looking around. We were still in the tree house, laying on the blanket, with pillows scattered all around us. The only difference was that when I looked out of the small window, I saw that it was dark outside. My eyes widened and I reached into my pocket, fishing for my phone.

"Six in the evening?" I exclaimed, putting a hand to my forehead. "I slept for... Five hours?"

Dominic grunted and I looked over at him. He looked adorable, sitting up with his hair disheveled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. What a shame I was too pissed to coo over him.

"It would seem so." He murmured.

"And you didn't think to wake me up? I wasn't planning to waste so much of the day!"

"Well, neither did I." He said, sending me a grumpy look. "But I guess things like that happen."

How could someone just fall asleep for five hours? Why did I fall asleep for so long? I wasn't used to sleeping during the day. Hell, I hated sleeping during the day. I never did it. And I've had more than enough rest at the hospital so why did I -