My eyes slowly blink open and I have to adjust them to the lights blinding me from above. How does this shit seriously happen to me? It's not like I'm some damsel in distress in a movie or a book.I quickly scan my surroundings and positively conclude I am neither at a hospital, or at my own apartment. I don't know where I am.
I think back to the last moments I recall, and everything makes a bit more sense. With the familiar woodsy aroma all around me, and remembering the warm arms that had encased around me when I fell unconscious, I knew undoubtedly I was in Klayton's home.
Where it was though, I had no idea.
My head was clear of any pounding and my leg has a small bandage wrapped around it from the damage of the crash car —which in my case, was minimal, fortunately. I seemed to have no broken bones; just small scrapes and scratches on my leg from being stuck inside a compartment of the vehicle. I could put bandaids on them if I wanted but I figure they will heal naturally and more quickly if they are out in the open. I felt satisfied, knowing I had survived such a traumatic event that many others probably wouldn't have. I guess it was just my destiny to have survived such a crash without any horrifying injuries.
Even though I was the one who caused the incident to occur, I think sarcastically in my head.
However, for some reason, I felt safe right now in Klayton's home.
Maybe I had brain damage, I chuckle at the thought as I snuggled a little deeper under the warm blankets that enclosed around me. I then look around each wall, dresser and all of the other things that made up this bedroom; observing the bedroom I was currently in curiously.
It was Klayton's.
This was fairly obvious, as it just suited him so well. His walls were a dark navy blue, with black curtains that lay neatly beside a set of french door windows. A balcony clearly lays behind them, from which I'm sure leads to a nice view. This room looked expensive, and I was curious as to what the rest of his place looked like.
Honestly, I wasn't sure if I was in an apartment or a house. I gingerly stepped out of the bed and quietly made my way across the room, my toes hitting the ice-cold hardwood floors beneath me. They were a dark beautiful brown flooring, and I walked across them all the way to the white french doors.
Grabbing one of the knobs on the door, I unlock and pull open the door.
I had expected the view to be nice, but it honestly took my breath away.
With my mouth agape, I tenderly stepped onto the small balcony and leaned against the cool railing. The view was quite high, and out looked onto a giant green forest. I inhaled deeply and the smell of the fresh air made me smile. I couldn't help but scan my eyes across the forest in amazement.
Klayton lived in a giant house from what I could tell, from where I was standing. I was quite high and everything seemed luxurious from what I could see at the moment. I didn't think much of it, as I was constantly drawn to the view before me.
From where I was standing, I could clearly hear birds chirping and all in the world was content.
That lasted about 25 seconds before I hear a sharp knocking come from behind me, inside the bedroom.
"Adira?" A slightly muffled voice comes from behind the door, and I could tell it was Klayton. Squaring my shoulders, I strut back into the bedroom and walk over to the door. I left the balcony door open in case I needed a quick getaway.
I'm not quite sure I would actually use it though, as I would surely break something if I ever needed to get out. It's a back-up plan, to make myself feel better.
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Werewolf"You were made for me. And I, for you." His breath is right beside my ear and I tightly shut my eyes closed. He leans down closer. "I was made to love you. To fuck you," My breath catches at the last part. I'm suddenly thinking naughty things and I...