Last Train to London

Still half asleep, you reached for your phone to check the time: 6 am. It's Thursday morning and you have little recollection of what happened last night. All you remember is somehow making it into the bed of a handsome stranger. You felt your cheeks blushing again.

Placing the phone back on the bedside table, you turned to see the man - shirtless, sleeping on his stomach. Little snores came from him. He looked so at peace and it was cute... you smiled. Then you remembered. The coffee date. His apartment roof. Those large, warm hands of his on your body...

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Hi lovelies, this is my first story about Alex Turner! I wrote the first part in under a month, which I am not sure is concerning or impressive?! I enjoyed letting my mind wander off into a dreamy world with him (warning, it's sexy and cringy as well haha). I made a lot of references here and there. Also, I made some references to my real life and it helped me write the story more actually, allowing me to connect better and probably is why I was able to write so fast. I adore this story, though there are most likely a lot of grammar errors and cringy moments. Credits to you lovely writers out there, you are so talented and inspired me as well - bee xo

//also any photos used are either from pinterest, AM related or ones that I took :)