it's funny to think that just yesterday i had a completely different view of this person. only hours ago we were strangers and the thought of being together was unexpected, but here we are. this boy's name is mat, and i just woke up in his arms, completely unclothed, and my makeup still on from the night before. for some odd reason he wanted me out of hundreds of girls. am i complaining? hell no. despite the amount of shots i took, i can still remember how last night felt; how could i forget? the feeling of his lips on my neck was unforgettable. and the way he held me was more comforting than imagined. this is all coming from a stranger.
at 9:43 a.m he woke up. what was i to expect? the thoughts rushing through my head were overwhelming. will he treat me like shit? will he not remember anything? will he ask who i am?
all my thoughts seemed to disappear as he smiled a soft kiss onto my forehead followed by a raspy, "good morning, babe." his tattooed fingers made their way towards my cheeks, "wow."
"why 'wow'?" i questioned.
"i don't know; you're different," mat whispered.
"thank you?"
"in a good way."
"you promise?"
"i promise."
we lied there for hours, getting to know each other better and exchanging many giggles and kisses as well. the only phone we touched was the hotel's to order room service. it was just us. we were perfect strangers.
