"What the hell." Somehow I had ended up in his bed...again.
He groaned a little and rolled over.
"Connor, did we...?"
He rubbed his eyes. "Well considering I'm still fully clothed, I guess not. And to clear things up, we didn't last time either."
I was completely shocked. How did this happen again?
"This is crazy." I muttered under my breath.
Either I must have been really drunk or he kidnapped me.
He rolled over and sat up. "Let me make you some breakfast."
I smiled, thinking of the decent breakfast that was going to be served shortly.
I got up and opened his wardrobe which was surprisingly neat, and this time, pulled out a white shirt and made my way to the shower.
"Shit!"
"Aisha?"
"Shit.."
"Aisha do you need a hand?"
"No." I replied bluntly, "I'm fine." But really I wasn't. I had no towel. So I simply turned the shower back on. But I couldn't stand there forever. "Connor....uh." I said weakly.
"Yeah?" He almost yelled.
"Connor I may need a towel." I heard footsteps and saw the door handle turn. Did I cover myself or just stand there? Then the turning door handle froze.
"Aisha, what..how...uh-"
"Just bring it in." My voice shook. The door handle resumed its turning. He walked in with no shirt on and his eyes on the floor. "Thanks." He dropped it and walked out without another word.
The breakfast resumed without any form of awkwardness. We chatted like old friends, laughed about crazy drunk shit we'd done. It was nice, really. But weird for me, as I'd never talked like this with a guy, and he was such a gentleman. I caught myself there though. I knew things were getting deep, and I had to stop them. So I told him I needed to go home and get ready for work.
YOU ARE READING
Long nights and street lights
RomanceI'm Aisha, my story is unlike any other, I hope you will learn from my mistakes. Aisha, a young adult lived an unhappy life until she met Connor. After a little, she became bored and began to go back to her old lifestyle. This is her story of hardsh...
