••••A/N- Yay two updates in one day. I'm sick and what's a better use of my time.•••••••
Jillian POV
-13 hours later: 7:00 AM-
I woke up covered in a deep grey duvet. My head buzzed from the previously alcohol. Shit, this isn't my room.
Wait I'm in Perth, double shit. I move about trying to see in the darkness, without disturbing the man next to me. I feel the cold air hit my naked body, I woke up only wearing a bra.
The room looks strangely familiar, and then my eyes adjust to the light.
I'm in Troye room, I sit up in the bed and Troye is completely naked beside me. I stand up, feeling a soreness between my legs, "shit Troye, you're a rough motherfucker." I mumble picking up my clothes, I am in my undergarments, when I hear Troye stirring in the bed.
"What the fuck?" he says noticing he's naked, and then noticing me, half naked. "did we?" I nod.
He got up from the bed and put on his underwear and sweatpants that lay discarded beside the bed. I finish getting dressed and I leave the room shutting the door behind me, disregarding Troye's confusion.
I run my hands through my hair, what the fuck even happened. I can't remember anything, all I remember is me and Troye drinking in his kitchen last night. We decide to film a drinking game, and then it's all a hot blur.
Wait, that's it! The camera.
I pad my feet down the hall and to the stairs making my way into the front room. I quickly grab my camera and bring it back upstairs, I insert the memory card into my laptop and it opens a video we were filming.
"Hey what's up your guys, it's Jillian," I say as I'm alone in the frame, "you may notice I'm not in my usual background, that's because I am in Perth with my boyfriend," Troye jumped into frame, "Meeee!!" he squealed and practically sat on my lap, "he isn't really my boyfriend before ya'alls freak out."
I fast forward until I see Troye's mouth on mine. I froze the video and rewinded a few minutes before. Troye and I were obviously smashed and giggling, it was still a blank slate in my mind. Then Troye stopped giggling and looked up at me, "I love you," he says and uses his small fingers to pick up my chin, making the two of us look into each other eyes.
I gasp, it's starting to come back a bit. I looked back at the video and Troye was staring intensely at me and he leaned forward and kissed me. Things obviously became heated and he then pulled off my shirt and we went out of frame for a few, until I see a shirtless Troye pick me up and carry me away.
It's finally coming back to me, I remember the heat, and his beautiful kisses. I remember his soft touch, but he was fucking rough as hell. He was still loving though, I remember him asking me if I was okay.
I shut my laptop, and lie down on the bed, sighing. I shut my eyes and fall asleep to the soft sounds of Perth.
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"Jillian, honey, wake up!" I hear Troye's accent say, I look at the bedside table and spot the the alarm clock, it read 10:00 AM. He's standing in the doorway with a pair if sweatpants on and a T-shirt.
"I made you pancakes," he said smiling like nothing happened.
Does Troye really love me?
