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How did I get here?
Was my first thought the morning after, I had fucked up... royally.
I look at him, the sun rays from the windows glisten across his skin, delicious...
No! Blair, no!
I lay on his chest, trapped under his arm and our bare legs, a tangled mess. I close my eyes and take in the comfort of his presence but only allow myself for 5 short, seconds.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
I slowly heave myself up, as he stirs. I grab the duvet and wrap it around myself, before going to stand up.
'Running away, London?' He has a devious smirk on his face, his hair messy, his voice, croaky, but he looks as though he has been awake for hours.
I clear my throat.
'It's best if I leave.'
I mean what did I expect. I slept with a boy who hates me and my family for fucking up his sisters life. And besides Calvin Kinglsey is no prince charming, no night in shining armour.
No he, he is the devil in disguise. Many secrets, secrets to do with him, secrets to do with me, lie locked away behind those grey eyes.
Besides, he seems to hate me and my background when he is living with the most evil, most malicious man himself.
I reach down to pick up the remains of my clothing without giving him too much of a show and suddenly feel a presence behind me.
His hands lightly touching the my shoulder blade, tracing the flowers which crawled up it.
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