18 | Morning After

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Where am I? I feel hot and cold at the same time, wait a minute. I look down and see a muscular arm wrapped around my chest. My eyes drift upwards to see George asleep with my head on his well-built chest. Why do I feel breezy? Oh my god, how did I forget that? I am naked and not a virgin anymore. Why would I do that? You are supposed to get over someone by crying into a large tub of ice cream, not sleep with the first guy in front of you. 

However, he is incredibly hot, temperature wise and in bed wise. I mean that was probably one of the best experiences of my entire life but that does not mean it was the right thing to do. On the other hand, I feel comfortable here like this feels good. That may be my groggy brain and hormones talking. I don't know what to do. What time is it?

Crap, George is stirring so I close my eyes. I sense his arm move from around me before I feel his hand cupping my face, he kisses my forehead. I do not know how I feel about that so I open my eyes to see his chiseled face. 'Good morning Evelyn.' George greets me without letting go of my face. 'Good morning George.' I smile at him and he kisses me. I find myself kissing him back and wrapping my arms around his physique. What is wrong with me? Why does this feel way too irresistible? 

George pulls away from me and softly speaks 'Unfortunately, I have to go to class so I will have to see you later.'

 'See you later.' He kisses me again before walking out of the room, picking up his clothes from last night as he goes. I sigh and lean back on the bed. What have I got myself into?

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