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the way the sunlight shined passed the slight crack of the curtain made the bare skin on my left hip warm and comfortable. my body shifted under the thin sheet finding a different position. i knew it was morning, but i didn't have the strength to get up from bed.
it was another simple morning of the same damn thing. get up, take a shower, go to hell; a.k.a work, go to a party, come home to sleep, wake up to start it all over again. i guess you could say my life was boring in that matter. what would you expect from the newly nineteen year old living out her life in new york city.
of course i journeyed my life toward new york for the great opportunities afford to many every year. sadly that hasn't happened to me yet. what am i looking for? what is my dream? that's a good question, because i don't know myself.
i have lived in new york for a year and nothing exciting has happened to me yet. no dreams coming true, no good paying jobs, shit living area. nothing.
as i began to shift my position again i felt my hand brush up against something. Confused, i opened my eyes abruptly to look at what my hand hit. next to me on the bed was another person, a guy to be exact.
my mind began to panic as i looked down at my body to see that my chest was completely exposed and only had on a pair of underwear. i quickly reached for the white sheet to cover my bare chest.
i sat there just staring at the naked male lying on his stomach with his face turned away from me.
it's not like this situation hasn't happened before.
his toned back had a few scratches spread across it. since i wasn't able to remember the occurrences from last night, i didn't know if i was the one that created them.
it was fairly rare for someone like me to wake up next to someone in the morning. normally when i attended parties in the city, men tended to keep their distance from the girl who had possibly more tattoos than them.
not that i was covered head to toe in tattoos, i just had more than an average woman would have at my age. most people imagine the girl with tattoos to be dressed in all black. it was very different with me.
the naked male began to stir in wear he was laying, making me freeze and clutch the sheet tighter to my body. he turned so his face was now facing mine, but his eyes were still closed.
may i say, he was very handsome. i also expected him to be much older, but he couldn't be older than i am. he had very prominent cheek bones, dark hair, and tan skin.
as i went to go reach for my phone, his eyes fluttered open, making me jump in response.
"good morning, tommie." he had an accent i could tell. it was quite strong in the way he said 'good'. i was surprised that he also new my name as well, considering i don't remember his whatsoever.
"good morning." i watched as he moved to a sitting position, the sheet around him moving slowly down his torso, but still covering his private part. it was then that i noticed the few tattoo's that scattered his arm.
"are you okay?" he asked me.
i nodded in response and took the time to admire his features. he was very good looking.
'"this might be very rude of me but um," i paused, looking behind me to find me discarded clothes on the ground, "what is your name?" i asked, looking back at the stranger.
he chuckled shaking his head, "not rude at all completely understandable." he reached his hand out toward mine,
"the names calum, calum hood."
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yay for the prologue
i promise that this is a luke fic and that the chapter will be longer. i was trying to get this done to start the good chapters.
please tell me what you think
