It was a one night stand, a one night thing. You only saw him once, until two years later. He's back, and his world is complicated, he's full of secrets and a terrible past. You are his addiction, his drug, and once he's had you, he can't go without...
Am I out of my head? Am I out of my mind? If you only knew the bad things I like
I awoke in an unfamiliar setting and with the dip in the bed next to me, I knew exactly what had happened. These days a stranger can buy me a drink and get in bed with me. I said I was girl with standards right? scratch that, I am now a girl with standards, even higher ones. I'm starting to wish my mother would have tied me up since college classes haven't even started and I've already dug myself in an embarrassing hole.
I ball the sheets up around my cleavage before swinging my legs to the edge of the bed, taking everything in me not to whine out in pain since the feeling of last night had my inner thighs sore as hell. I wasn't drunk thankfully, although, it would've made this situation better. I was a little out of my box last night though after those drinks and one thing led to another, clearly. My damn body feels like it's been chewed up and spit back out.
I see my clothes right side the bed before I bend down grabbing my underwear before slipping them up, huffing with how sore my legs were compared to the rest of my body. I couldn't find my bra and I don't have the gut to look around for it. I pull my jeans up and my shirt over my head before zipping up my jeans. The nightstand had the time 4:45 A.M, morning hours, I'm always fucked up in the A.M. My emotions always get the best of me.
I take a look around his room before noticing how neat it was, fairly neat for a college student, I hope he is anyways. I don't know anything about him. The neatness of the room isn't what caught my eye but a bookcase in the corner with all.. Diaries? is that what those all are? The first two row of shelves had the same black cover while the other three were filled with books. They could be sketchbooks? I think again.
It was a little strange that every single thing on that shelf was put in place, not one book was out of line or even tucked differently than the other, almost like they are a prize possession of his. With my luck, watch him turn out to be a creepy stalker who documents all of his nightly victims. That would be a good thing, he'd forget about me faster.
I don't think he was drunk but I'm not for sure. He didn't seem like it, or he might know how to take his alcohol, I hope he was really, really drunk though. I blame Alley for getting me into this, just had to drag me out after a recent breakup and feeling me up with a prep talk before sending me off to some stranger knowing I'd get it. I should've ran for the door first chance I got.
What to do know? Do I just sneak out of here like you see in movies and months down the line fall in love with him since we had a romantic and totally unexpected night? Bluff.. shit like that only happens in movies or books. I needed to get out of here and fast considering I don't want him to wake up and question what the hell I'm doing on the edge of his bed looking around his room like the complete idiot I am.
Okay legs, don't fail me now. You haven't before and you better not now. I huff before standing up, feeling a pain shoot down my pelvic and through my legs. Holy fucking hell this hurts like hell. It's not a bad hurt, just different. I've ever only been with Luke and now this stranger and he's nothing like Luke, let me get that out of the way.
His messy hair or perfect structure face was beautiful enough on it's own. It's like this boy walked out of a magazine and magically appeared right here and even with his belly to the sheets and his head engulf in a pillow, he was gorgeous. I wanted to hurl when I see nail marks on his back, holy hell.. did I do that? No. I couldn't have, could I? I feel everything from last night but I was so distracted by the damn angel baby on me to notice what my hands were doing.
Curse those fucking soft lips I'll never be able to kiss again, considering he's a goddess and I'm far from it. He won't even notice me on campus, not with all these other girls around. I've ever only had one boyfriend Luke, who was my first everything. He was in no shape or form to compare to the stranger in those sheets.
Luke was good at running his mouth and watching fucking sports. Don't get me wrong, sports are fine but not when you had to hear about them twenty four seven. He never shut about them, yet he couldn't score a touchdown if it grabbed a chunk of his ass out. I'm glad I dumped him now, I feel like my shoulders have been released from all his rules that were pointless.
This was my first and last one night stand though. They are clearly not made for me, I get too attached to people over the tiniest, littlest, things and it has to stop now. I'm grown, 19 and all. I didn't come to college to sleep with men, The me twenty four hours prior to this would have never. I never step out of my comfort zone and the one time I do, god punishes me by not being able to ever forget about this night.. because trust me, I won't.
I take one last look at the stranger before turning around and grabbing my shoes, I reached down at the door knob before a voice snapped me back. My heart started panicking before I turn around to see the handsome stranger raised up in his bed with the sheets around his waist talking to me in a raspy morning voice.
"Let me take you back to your dorm." I nod my head quickly without hesitation like a complete idiot. I never think before doing anything, the words wouldn't have left my tongue anyways, coward of me.
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