After Hours

17. Caretaker

The next morning, the sounds of birds chirping chimed outside the bedroom windows. Warm rays from the hot sun poured through the balcony doors, displaying a yellow light onto their intertwined bodies.

Rainy winced as the harsh brightness entered her eyes, she blinked a few times to adjust to the light but that only made the dull pounding against her head worsen, raising her hands up to cover her face. She rubbed her eyes to try and get the sleep out and turned herself around to the side.

The look of pure panic hastily spread like wildfire across her face.

Well, that would explain her current severe headache, she thought. She was so hungover that she hadn't even realised the body warmth coming from another person besides her.

And that said person was definitely not who she was expecting to see.

She couldn't have could she?

Pushing the covers slightly off her body, her eyes darted down to see her naked body with no underwear on. She frowned, clearly confused.

That could mean anything.

She looked around the dark messy room, spotting her dress by the foot of the bed and other random belongings that she possessed scattered around. Her attention moved back onto the sleeping body next to her and she narrowed her eyes trying to remember anything from last night.

What the hell happened?

He was still asleep, his messy curls splayed across their pillows. His face looked relaxed, and peaceful, something she didn't see often. His dark eyebrows framed his face nicely, alongside his well groomed beard. He'd kicked off most of the blankets, like he did every night, his arms and legs all askew. She couldn't help but stare at him, his naked chest heaved up and down, air spilling in and out of those soft lips.

Silver was a handsome man, there was no denying that. There had been numerous times in her lectures where Rainy could hear the never ending whispers about how good the intimidating professor looked that day. Of course the way he educated his students was stern and callous, but there was something about him that captivated the attention of many.

Her eyes flickered down onto the tattoos that scattered around his body, she didn't dare to let her fingers graze the ink and instead tried to decode the reasoning behind each piece herself. She started with the scorpion tattoo, it curved around his bicep and all the way onto his shoulder.

She wondered if he was the type to just get a tattoo or if there was a thought process behind it.

He was a philosophy professor, there most definitely had to be some long winded detailed explanation. Rainy snorted at that, imagining him explaining his tattoos in one of his boring lectures.

When she felt him stir next to her, her frown only became deeper as she panicked. She didn't have the chance to clamp her eyes shut and pretend to sleep because he had already opened his eyes and yawned loudly turning to the side.

They didn't say anything at first when their eyes connected.

Rainy watched as his eyes found hers with ease, he seemed to take in her messy bed hair, flushed face and plump lips before a low chuckle sounded from him. It was short lived but it enough to make her feel like she had been set on fire.

Her cheeks burned, the feeling of wanting to hide submerging her entire body. She wasn't sure why she felt shy in that moment, but something about the vulnerability of him seeing her in her most natural state was unsettling.

"No we didn't have sex, you can stop freaking out."

His voice was thick and laced with sleep, it was husky and so low that she felt the need to push her thighs together to stop herself from creaming the sheets right then and there.