Favorite Mistake

Prologue

The sun enters from a small opening in the curtains. The girl groans lowly, and then opens an eye. This isn't my bed. Moving cautiously, she sees a man, naked laying next to her. That's not a good sign. Looking down she can see an array of her tattoos peeking from the thin sheets. That's not a good sign either. Gulping, she looks around the room, a rather big room actually, now she thinks about it. She can see her boots scattered at the door and the rest of clothes make a trail from the door to the bed.

Oh god, no. Moving as quietly as possible she moves away and from the bed. Looking back to see the handsome stranger still sleeping she plucks her panties and bra pulling them on. Then finding her jeans she zips them up, and grabs her sweater and shirt as she slips in her shoes. Opening the door, she glances back. Thank god he's still sleeping.

Turning her back, she doesn't notice the shift of the bed as a hand looks and grasp around where her body laid moments before. Sighing aloud he hears the door closing and then footsteps go down the stairs and eventually probably finding her way out of the house.

" Dearest Lucy, you can't run away now." He chuckles to himself in the room.