The Morning After [Victuri] ✔️

The Morning After

I rolled over, hearing a faint beeping coming from beside me. Squinting against the light filtering into the room I hazily slapped the alarm clock before attempting to return to my previous state, rolling back so I was no longer facing the blinding light. But as I did so my arm bumped against something solid. My eyes instantly flew open, my heart pounding in my chest and I sat up staring down at the figure in the bed next to me.

I allowed myself a glance at my surroundings, only then realising the room was painted a greyish-blue and had wooden furniture dotted around; this wasn't my room, and this wasn't Phichit's room. God, I must be in his house.

My eyes darted back to the unconscious man before me, the duvet thankfully covered his lower half but his torso was completely bare and I found myself closely analysing everything about him from his messy silver hair to his incredibly obvious six-pack.

I lifted the covers slightly to glance down at myself and just as I expected, my clothes were missing from my body, scattered across the floor. Everywhere apart from where I needed them to be; on me.

Does that mean we...?!

Suddenly a noise came from beside me, startling me senseless, so much so that I almost fell backwards off the bed.

"Mmmm" A soft groan came out, muffled by the soft white sheets and the man shuffled around a little, waking up. He slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position before looking up and towards me. "Morning," he grinned, shuffling closer and kissing me on the neck.

"Uhh...m-morning," I replied trying to conceal a moan as he nipped at just the right spot, pushing me back down on the bed and climbing on top of me, "mmmn...stop, please."

"Why?" He breathed onto my neck, sending a tingling sensation through my body and causing goose bumps to coat my skin.

"uhmm...mmn...I-I need to- I've got somewhere I need to be."

"Work?" He questioned, still leaning over me and his lips dangerously close to mine.

"Something like that." I mumbled.

I knew I needed to get home and ready for school, Phichit and my parents were probably worried sick. But this mysterious man, he was so close and despite not knowing anything about him, not even his name. I still felt drawn to him, like two magnets would be to each other, unable to withstand the force of attraction, so I gradually leaned in until the distance between us was almost non-existent and my lips met his in a long, soft kiss.

Eventually, he pulled away, letting his forehead rest on mine before flopping back onto his side of the bed, his expression somewhat sad.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, fine," He said, rubbing his face with his hands, "just annoyed is all, it's my first day at a new job today." He sighed loudly, "I would love to stay here and have round two with you but I really should get up or I'm going to be late."

At the mention of 'round two', I felt my face heat up and any doubt I had in my mind as to whether we had done it or not instantly disappeared.

"I'll get out of your hair then," I replied as I began to push myself up from the comfort of the bed, but as I took the first few steps pain started radiating from my hips and I stumbled, almost falling to the ground. After a few moments I adjusted to the feeling, standing back up normally only to be greeted by icy blue eyes staring at me, the concern in them evident.

"I'm sorry, I can give you a lift home if you'd like?"

I ignored him, walking past and beginning to pick my creased clothes up from the floor and throw them onto my body.