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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 𝟷𝟼: sʏʀ-ɢʟɪᴍᴍᴇʀ-ᴄʟᴇᴀɴ ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ-ʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇʀᴄɪᴀʟ.
I wake up from what has to be the best sleep I've had in weeks, maybe even months. No nightmares, no random awaking, no interruptions—except I feel like I'm in an incinerator.
I try to move but something heavy is around my waist and I can't move my legs. I touch the arm that's around me, blindly, and I'm met with wisps of hair. My fingers travel to the hand that's currently on my belly and I smile as I trace its fingers.
Theo feels hot to the touch and he's curled around me, consequently, I'm feeling hot. I remove the light comforter draped on us and let the cool air hit my exposed upper body, feeling my nipples react immediately.
It is morning, that much is obvious through the window, but how long have I been out for? Images and scenes of last night pop in my head and I can feel the terrible blush invade my neck and face.
I didn't know I had it in me... to do what I did yesterday.
Holy crap on a cracker, what if he thinks I'm the s-word? What if he thinks I binge porn in my spare time? Or that I frequent places where inhibitions along with clothes are discarded at the front door?
I'm overthinking again!
I need to calm down and look at this objectively. He enjoyed last night very, very much. I, also, enjoyed last night very, very much. Therefore, there's no reason to panic after the fact, especially since it was well-appreciated by both parties. One thing for sure was that I didn't know what I was in for when I said 'Hell yes' to his urgent, breathless request last night to take me to bed.
And the floor and the table and the window and the wall and the headboard...
