PROMPT: It was just a one night stand. A terrible, dumb mistake made by Roxanne. One that would come back to haunt her. Because this mysterious British man will end up getting closer to her than she imagined.
(A/N: I'm trying out this new series with an actual character. This was going to be it's own thing but I think it would be better here. Please tell me what you think!)
WORDS: 680
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It truly was an odd sensation for Roxanne. The comfort of someone watching over her, a hand gently caressing her hair. Almost the same way her mother used to. And she would have believed that's who it was if hadn't been for the strong aroma of cologne. Roxie's nose scrunched up at the unfamiliar scent and began to stir in the bed.
Her eyes fluttered open a couple of times, trying to fully open them. Squinting, her eyes met a warm pair of brown ones. A comforting brown. Eyebrows that were perfectly imperfect. Soft-looking skin. And then thin lips, curved up into a small smile. All this in contrast to the bright light that was seeping in through the windows behind the figure.
Roxie felt like she was looking at an angel. A guardian angel. It wasn't until reality came to her senses that she started to freak out. She sat up suddenly, whipping her head to look around the room. None of it was familiar.
Tom watched the young woman with concerned eyes. "Are you alright, darling?" He asks soothingly. His hand rested on her upper arm.
She yanked her arm away, staring at the man for a second then peering down at her clothing, or lack there of. Her arms go to cover herself. She squeezed her eyes shut. "This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This is not happening," Roxie mumbled to herself.
"It's— it's okay," Tom says, "I don't remember much either." His accent was rich and melodic.
Roxanne's eyes snapped open. Pulling off the blanket, wrapping it around her body, she took her first steps on the carpet of the hotel room. Tom couldn't do much but just follow her with his eyes. Unsure of what to do, he decided to not do anything.
Roxie placed the blanket over her head. Hiding her body from the stranger, she reached down and picked up her bra. Putting it on while trying to conceal her body came as a struggle. Once done she let the blanket fall to the floor then searched for her dress.
"Maybe we could get some coffee and talk this over," Tom suggested, he didn't want her to leave.
She finally found the ridiculous article of clothing that her friend made her wear the previous night. Putting it back on reminded Roxie just how uncomfortable it was.
"I— uh, can— can't," She stuttered. She almost felt sorry for the man. She had lead him on without any intention of starting anything from it. Or at least that's what she thought her thinking was last night. It was all quite hazy for her, to be honest.
She grabbed her shoes and purse. "I'm sorry. I have to go home now," her words rushed out just like how she rushed out of the hotel room.
Tom quickly stood up. "Hey, wait," he called out to her, following her, "at least let me take you home." He desperately wanted to know more about the beautiful young woman who he had spent the night with.
He made it to the doorway, staring as she ran down the hall to the staircase and around the corner. Tom shut the door, definitely not running after her in only his underwear. He slammed his fist on the door out of frustration. A groan escaped his closed lips as he leaned against the door.
On the staircase, Roxanne was also leaned up against the wall. She ran her hands through her hair, wondering what she had gotten herself into.
