After leaving her parents that disowned her, Quinn Pierce was on the run from her abusive boyfriend who changed her into a completely different person. She was now living on her own, trying to watch over her back and trying to get rid of creeps. Qui...
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I woke up in an unfamiliar bedroom. For some reason, I was abnormally calm. It was definitely a man's room. The way it was decorated and how it smells gave it away. It wasn't a bad smell per-say. More of an addictive, deep cologne.
I tried to get up from the bed when I realized a hand was wrapped around mine, pulling me back down on the bed. I quickly realized it was the incredibly, hot guy, who's name I still didn't know, from last night. Sleepily tugged at my hand. I sighed in defeat and got comfortable in bed again.
Why wasn't I weirded out to be around this guy?
While I waited for him to get up I took in and memorized the interior of the room.
There's one door on the wall in front of me. It was cracked open just a bit showing a couple of shoes and two shirts. I assumed that was the closet. The wall on the right side of us had another door which I ruled out to a bathroom. Other than that just a couple desks, a chair, and other normal things to keep in your room.
I was growing curious to explore the room more thoroughly. Just to open each and every draw and be as nosy as possible. But instead, I was practically strapped down to the bed. Then I jolted to the side when Mr. Hot stuff finally woke up and looked at me weirdly.
"Yes?" I asked, confused on why he kept staring at me so weirdly. He zoned out of a second and just stared at me. "Well I guess I'm just confused, you didn't try and leave or something," he replied. I pulled my hand away and turned toward him, still on the bed.
"I guess I would have but you held on to me and we probably should talk," I admitted. I probably just did try and attack someone close to him. According to his reaction.
"Okay, good idea," he agreed. I glanced around the room and came face to the question that has been looming at the back of my head. "Why am I here?" I asked. I was definitely surprised that the human took me to his house and slept in the same bed with me. "Because you passed out and I was feeling like being nice," he shrugged his shoulders. My eyes narrowed but I believed him anyway.
Well anyway, let's start with names. I'm Axton." He explained, holding out his hand to shake. I stare at his hand, wondering if he was being serious. Do people still shake hands?
