Alex POV.
When I woke up my hair was damp. I was wearing a pair of black calvin klein boxers and an old nirvana tee with holes in the bottom. Must have been a good night, I thought to myself. The room I was in was dark, but there was a light coming from the doorway. I rolled over in bed, tangling my legs in the soft black silk sheets. Where the fuck am I? I sat up in bed and I remembered. My head was pounding and the memories started flooding back, the running, the bath, his face, Kayla. Shit! Kayla!. I threw the sheets off of my legs and stood up on the hardwood floor then I started walking towards the crack in the door.
I didn't get to the door though, instead I tripped over a black mass on the floor. "Aghh" I screamed as I tumbled onto the ground. "What the actual fuck" A voice groaned beside me. I looked over and saw his face. God hes so beautiful. Immediatley his eyes filled with concern. "Are you all right" he asked shifting his position so he was fully turned towards me. "Yeah, im fine" I tried to stand up but I did it too fast and my head started to pound again.
"Fuck" I mumbled. I backed up onto the bed and sat down on it putting my head between my knees. "Hold on a sec" he said, I looked up at him as he started walking towards the door, he wasn't wearing a shirt but had on boxers exactly like the ones I was wearing. "Wait" I whispered, he turned around and looked at me, eyes filled with concern, my eyes trailed up his naked torso stopping at his tattoos they moved down to his boxers lingering there widening till I heard him cough.
My eyes snapped up to meet his. He had a smirk on his face and I could feel the warmth spreading from my cheeks. "Um.. yeah where's Kayla?" He kept his smile "Shes fine, don't worry love." Love my heart fluttured "Stay here, ill be right back" He then turned and walked out the door.
