Room 94 | Completed ✔️

chapter 2

I was lying between thick gray mattresses when the sun shone through the white curtains.

My head ached like crazy and I knew for sure that I was going to regret getting drunk yesterday.

Next to me was a guy, peacefully sleeping on his stomach and head slightly turned to the left.

The room was nothing too unusual, just the same basic hotel room you find everywhere, except a few polaroids messily thrown around and our clothes on the ground.

We definitely were in a rush.

Windows were closed but the sun's warmth broke in anyway.

Step one, sleeping with a stranger, was done. Moving on to the next step where I run away before the stranger wakes up. Or else I'll face rejection. Or worse, a relationship. I sat up properly and touched his shoulder with my index finger.

He was asleep.

I mind congratulated myself before kicking the sheets away and letting one leg touch the floor. A hand suddenly grabbed my waist pulling me back to bed, falling on his back and causing me to jump in surprise then quickly get out of his loose hold.

The lovely stranger gave me one of the sweet smiles he gave yesterday as we emptied several alcohol bottles, and before carrying me to his bed. A dimple popped out on his right cheek and hair fell on his forehead covering his eyebrows.

"This is no Cameron Diaz movie, darling."

I almost cringed on the use of the word darling. His vocabulary seemed to be brought from the middle centuries, nobody uses this darling thing nowadays.

"We can have breakfast instead of running away," he suggested, "and get to know each other more."

He blew some air to move the hair falling on his perfectly symmetrical face but I shook my head, "breakfast only."

Brandon laughed. Not the child laugh he gave multiple times last night as we danced, but the sexy, raspy laugh showing the top row of his teeth only.

Rolling the sheets around my naked body, I sat still on the bed's edge watching Brandon move around wearing nothing. Very confident.

I secretly admired his back muscles and wished to have a firm butt like his.

"I personally prefer a fat one," he said looking through his clothes and finally turning around with a shirt in his hands, "what's the fun if you can't get a hold of it all night?"

Shit, did I say that out loud?

My face flushed a dark red colour making the freckles on my nose and cheeks stand out more.

"I had fun." He slipped his boxers and black jeans on and threw a shirt at me, "wear it, it should cover up that body of yours."

I stared at the shirt for a long time before turning towards the wall with my back facing him, then let the sheets down to my hips and wore the night blue shirt.

Standing up and checking myself in the full-length mirror, I found that the shirt came down to my thighs.

I also noticed how small my boobs were. I'm thankful for whoever made push up bras, they're life savers.

"I'll go change and meet you in the restaurant in a few minutes," I said awkwardly pointing to the door.

Brandon shook his head with a nuh-uh soft sound. "Pull your hair up in one of the messy buns girls usually wear on lazy days. I've always had that fantasy," he smiled touching the hair that fell to my shoulders.

His smile twitched into a smirk, eyes darkening, "I'll probably fuck you again later."

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