Addicted

Chapter 23, panic

Camilla-

The next morning after our wonder sex obstacle  course thing, I panic, 'cause like am I suppose to leave now or what . . . ?

I mean some guys expect you to stay, but other are like the next morning, "oh, your still here?". So I just slowly turn my body to face the other direction of the amazing sex god beside me. Should I like go back to sleep? Or maybe should leave, but then. Hell yeah, when in doubt walk it out. But, then I look on the floor. Shit! The clothes are all over the fucking room! What if the floor creaks when I walk across it and he wakes  up. Dammit Carmen, you stupid cunt , think! I blink drowsily, oh fuck just another minute . . .

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I slowly open my eyes again, and look at the clock, and the heart almost comes out of the chest! Camilla you dumb ass, it's fucking 10:00! 10:00 o'clock, one more minute my ass! I slept for 3 more hours, I quickly turn in the bed and my heart sinks, the sex god is now gone, as in left, as in not in bed, as in not sleeping, as in now I can't escape!Fuck my life! Well, since I can't leave, what should I where? The clothes all over the floor? Would he expect me to shower? But, number one, to shower and put on dirty clothes, uh no, and what would I use to shower, Men's Axe? Oh, well, at least I need to get out of bed. 

So, I sit up slowly, and look at the floor again, the clothes are gone! Jesus Marshall, what did you expect me to wear when I came out, the fucking curtain? GOD. I look around, uh, can't bring the blanket, curtain in attached to the pole thing, and I can't go out naked. That's the think with sex with me, when you have sex, you don't care what your body looks like the night, the next morning you notice all the flaws. 

Wait! I see at robe hanging from a hook! I can use that, it's silky, soft and sexy, not a man's robe so it's not what Marshal uses . . .  so hell I'm wearing it. 

I put it on, and check myself out in the full body mirror her has, I look cute, . .  . but my hair is a bit messy, so I try to fix it a bit with my hand  and I take a deep breath and walk out of the room and find kitchen, ( which takes about a million years) and see Marshall, hair wet, and of course sexy, flipping eggs by the stove. He turns, as the floor creaks beneath me and gives me a lop-sided smile.

"Hey," He says, and I am so glad I stayed.