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As soon as Paige flutters her eyes open, a sharp pain strikes the middle of her forehead. The throbbing sensation causes her to groan and roll over to her side to retrieve her phone from the black nightstand. She nearly drops her phone in shock once she sees the time, through her exhausted eyes. It was two in the afternoon, meaning she slept throughout the entire morning. Since her mind was still hazy, she couldn't remember what exactly occurred last night to be her in such a state. Nevertheless, she felt like pure crap.
Just as Paige was about to return to her previous position, her bedsheets begin to slightly shift beside her, making her freeze. Her blood goes cold when she feels something rather hard and long brush against her leg underneath. She pulls the satin sheets back then lets out a quiet scream.
The one person she would never expect to see in her bed, especially after the party, is now sleeping peacefully as if he truly belongs there. Her curious eyes travel to his bare body and immediately screw them shut, hoping the situation she is currently in, is a nightmare rather than reality. But when his voice fills the silent room, she knew it was the latter option.
"Hey."
Once she opens her eyes to a grinning Zion, she frowns. "Hey? How about what the actual fuck?"
"Paige-"
"Please tell me that we actually didn't do anything and you ended up in the wrong bed," She pleaded, cutting him off.
Heavily sighing, Zion removes the sheets from both of their bodies, revealing a massive dark burgundy stain beneath their legs. He gives Paige a look that said, "Hope that explains everything."
Paige slowly draws her knees to her chest, ignoring the throbbing sensation that shot through her lower body. "You killed someone?"
When Zion shakes his head, the girl abruptly rose from the bed, creating a decent distance. "Either you're lying or just playing some type of mind game with me because I refuse to believe that we slept together."
He furrows his eyebrows in confusion, trying to refrain himself from staring at her exposed body. "Don't you remember?"
"Remember what?"
"You kissed me."
The curly-haired shakes her head in dismay. "I don't believe you."
Zion sweeps his feet over the bed, stretching as he rose. "I wouldn't lie to you."
Despite the dark stain on her bed sheets, their exposed bodies, and the agonizing pressure on her hips, Paige refused to accept the fact that she had practically given up something so personal to him. Before the party even started, he told her he would leave her alone so how is it possible that she is standing in her room, naked with him? It didn't make sense to Paige until she began to realize something. The pressure and the large stain could only mean one thing.
