37 parts Complete A SharDon Fan-Fiction. Sharlene and Donny Fan
"What happened? Where am I? This... this isn't my room."
Wh-
"Who are you?!"
Claire woke up one Sunday morning in a room she didn't recognize, curled up in an oversized shirt that definitely wasn't hers.
It smelled faintly of cedar and expensive cologne.
Her head was pounding, her mouth dry, and her heart nearly leapt out of her chest when she realized-she wasn't alone.
Standing by the window, backlit by morning light, was a man.
Tall. Broad-shouldered. Disarmingly handsome. No-annoyingly handsome. The kind of handsome that made you forget your own name for half a second.
But that didn't change the facts.
Whoever he was, he brought her here.
He changed her clothes.
And worst of all?
He made her pretend to be his girlfriend in front of his entire family.
The audacity.
For his part, Red was just following instructions.
Sort of.
His best friend told him to take Claire home.
What he didn't say... was whose home.
So Red took her home. His home.
Because technically, that wasn't against the rules.
And maybe, just maybe, he didn't want her too far away.
