THIGH HIGHS. ff

05: LUNCH

— MONDAY, JULY 8.

     THE sunlight slanted through the windows, its binds wide open for it to seep in and wake you up. you groaned tiredly, shifting to your side to hide your eyes from the burning rays.

     however, as you did so, you felt a slight pain towards your nether regions. you blinked awake, suddenly confused about your unfamiliar surroundings. you tried to sit up but your lower body was sore, giving you a hard time with moving.

     yawning, you rubbed your eyes and looked around, trying to remember the earlier events and how you ended up on a very large comfy bed. your head pounds a bit but soon, it all came to you in a whir. your cheeks flushed once you remembered the past events, just flashbacks of eating dinner with floch to him fucking you hard on the bed.

     oh my god... i never had rough sex like that before, you thought with pursed lips. you were sore all over but damn, floch was good. you covered your face with your hands, shaking your head vigorously before slapping yourself to keep your common sense together.

     looking around the room, you noticed a bunch of clothes (as well as the lingerie) sprawled all over the floor. floch was nowhere to be seen and as you peeked at yourself under the covers, you realized you were actually naked.

     you spot your phone at the nightstand next to you, buzzing again and again with various messages from your friends wondering where you were. fuck, i have classes! you looked at the time and suppressed a groan, seeing as it was already twelve o'clock.

     so much for trying to catch up with your classes.

     you quickly typed in a reply to your friends, claiming that you feel a bit sick and can't go to college. they seemed to believe you as they had told you to get well soon, with your brown-haired friend even offering to take care of you (which you declined).

     you placed your phone back on the furniture, wondering what to do now. you don't know if floch had left the penthouse as he didn't even leave any notes or a message. even if he did, you absolutely have no idea what to do inside a large penthouse when you have your own apartment.

     your question seemed to be answered as the door opened at the far end of the room, floch stepping inside with nothing but a pair of boxers and a white apron wrapped around his torso. at first, your cheeks heated up once you realized he was almost naked but after eyeing him fully, you tried to keep in a laugh. it was impossible not to as the usual stoic ginger absolutely looked cute with his get-up.

     his eyes landed on your form, "oh good, you're awake." he said nonchalantly while leaning on the doorframe, "lunch is already cooked. how are you feeling?"

     you shrugged shyly, looking back down at your lap with the white sheets still wrapped around your naked body. "uhm, a little sore and tired but i'll be fine." you answered in a hushed voice after a moment.