Beating Hearts [Knight's Rest #1]

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A hand grazed her naked inner thigh just as her eyes fluttered open. She was greeted by a white ceiling instead of the usual light pink that her father had painted for her when she was a child, never having bothered to change it.

Her lips carried a frown as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and yawned before proceeding to gather her bearings.

It was only when she attempted to sit up that she felt the pressure against her stomach. And no, she didn't need to pee. Peering down, her eyes widened in surprise at the mop of unruly black hair that lay splayed over her bare stomach thanks to the crop top she had decided to sleep in, hiding the face of the perpetrator.

Whoever he was, he was definitely heavy. Far too heavy for Darcy to simply push aside.

Panic started to settle in as the severity of the situation dawned on her.

She wasn't wearing the dress from the night before, leaving her in just her underwear and a thin top that barely covered her top half. She was in an unknown room with an unknown stranger sleeping on top of her and she was pretty sure that she couldn't feel her legs. The pounding in her head from an almost certain hangover just the made the whole situation worse.

Minutes passed as she wracked her brain for a possible solution. And yes, she did try to budge him off of her in hopes that she would be able to make a run for it, but he was simply too heavy for her to move alone.

He was a very heaver sleeper. She had learnt this after the several further attempts to push him off of her did nothing, not even when she grew frustrated and tugged at his hair. In fact, he just nuzzled his face deeper into her as if she was his own personal pillow.

That didn't settle well with her.

A loud, ear piercing scream escaped her and almost instantly, the dead weight that had been sleeping on her, jumped up and scrambled to his feet at the side of his bed. "What happened?" He asked, panicked as he looked around the room. "Why did you scream?" His voice was still heavy with sleep; husky, gravelly.

The hunky specimen didn't even have time to rub away the sleep in his eyes or adjust the tent in his light grey jogging bottoms, the only thing that he was wearing.

Her insides churned at the sound and the sight of his naked torso. It did wonders to her insides. Her breath hitched as he brushed the hair out of his face and recognition dawned on her.

Thelonious Knight.

Darcy immediately sat up, pulling the covers so they covered her bare legs. A blush crept up her face as the thought of having slept with a man as handsome as him. She immediately chastised herself for the thought. They definitely hadn't slept together; of that she was sure.

Oddly, she trusted him.

"What am I doing here?" She asked, blinking up at him.

A yawn escaped him. "You don't remember?" Thelonious sat down on the edge of his bed and rested his elbows on his knees, running a hand down his face. His head turned to face her, not leaving enough time for her to tear her eyes away from his tight back muscles that she was so obviously appreciating. He didn't miss her evident appraisal of his body though didn't voice it aloud. He merely smirked in response. "You were drunk last night and about to sleep with some random guy you found at the club." His lips curled up in distaste, the previous smirk having disappeared.

Darcy tore her eyes away from his mouth to find that his eyes were already on her. "You were at the club too?" She questioned, confused. That was strange. She didn't recall meeting him at the club last night. That was not something she wouldn't forget no matter how drunk she was.