head and lay down on the opposite side of the bed. He’d make sure he was gone before she woke. He wasn’t really staying the night, just making sure she was safe. He consoled himself with that thought as he watched her relax once more. She turned until she was facing him, her eyes still shut. Sam watched as she took each deep breath and slowly released it.
He was only going to stay until it started to get light… There was no way he was going to spend the night…
CHAPTER SIX
Natasha
Opening my eyes slowly, my head pounded. It felt like an entire team of construction workers had taken up residence inside my skull and they were all frantically using the noisiest of their tools. The soft morning light filtered in through the curtains and I struggled to remember the night before. Everything was in bits and pieces and it reminded me of a fragmented mirror.
The sound of deep snores drew my attention . I shifted in the bed and someone’s arm tightened around my waist pulling me closer to their hard chest. The sound of his snoring vibrated through my back and rattled in my head. It only made the headache worse.
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god, what have I done? I repeated the phrase over and over in my mind as I struggled to remember something, anything… How the hell had I ended up in bed with a stranger. I moved my legs and quickly realised I was still fully clothed. Or at least I hoped I was and I hadn’t somehow imagined clothes as way to try and soften the blow of my one night stand.
He stirred in the bed and I was finally able to pull myself away. I stared down into his face, my mind struggling to put the pieces of the night before back together. Where had Sam come from? I didn’t remember anything beyond talking to him outside the gig. So how the hell had we ended up in bed together?
He was handsome and I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt towards him. It tugged at me, made me want to run my fingers down along the fine dusting of hairs that covered his chest. His jeans had slipped a little lower during the night and I could see the trail of hair that disappeared down below his waistband. Some people called it a happy trail and at that moment I could imagine that it was indeed a very happy trail…
Get a grip, Natasha. The little voice halted my silly thoughts immediately. There was something far more serious going on here. Something that didn’t need me making a joke out of it.
I reached out to him as he continued to snore, my hand hesitating just above his arm. If I woke him and heard something I didn’t want to hear… What would I do then?
My stomach rolled uncomfortably and I closed my eyes for a second in an attempt to squash down the nausea that threatened to wash over me. Opening my eyes I stared down at him. What choice did I have? I had to know what happened? I had to know if we had… I trailed off not fit to complete the thought. Not wanting to complete the thought.
I jabbed his arm roughly. “Wake up.” My voice was hoarse as though I’d spent the night screaming. But I knew I hadn’t… Or had I? A terrible thought flashed through my mind. The feeling of helplessness and someone kissing my neck. I couldn’t stop him… Couldn’t move my body to stop his lips… My hand automatically went to my neck, rubbing the spot. As though by doing that I could rub the memory from my brain.
Sam stirred but showed no signs of actually waking up. I gripped his arm and shook him hard. “Sam, please wake up. What happened to me?”
I didn’t know if it was the force at which I shook him or if it was the fear in my voice but his eyes popped open and he sprang up in the bed.
“Where, where are they?” He mumbled before realising his mistake. I sat in the bed, the covers pulled up around me like an extra layer of security. He stared at me in confusion, his eyes still a little hazy. His hair was standing on end and I couldn’t help but crack
He was only going to stay until it started to get light… There was no way he was going to spend the night…
CHAPTER SIX
Natasha
Opening my eyes slowly, my head pounded. It felt like an entire team of construction workers had taken up residence inside my skull and they were all frantically using the noisiest of their tools. The soft morning light filtered in through the curtains and I struggled to remember the night before. Everything was in bits and pieces and it reminded me of a fragmented mirror.
The sound of deep snores drew my attention . I shifted in the bed and someone’s arm tightened around my waist pulling me closer to their hard chest. The sound of his snoring vibrated through my back and rattled in my head. It only made the headache worse.
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god, what have I done? I repeated the phrase over and over in my mind as I struggled to remember something, anything… How the hell had I ended up in bed with a stranger. I moved my legs and quickly realised I was still fully clothed. Or at least I hoped I was and I hadn’t somehow imagined clothes as way to try and soften the blow of my one night stand.
He stirred in the bed and I was finally able to pull myself away. I stared down into his face, my mind struggling to put the pieces of the night before back together. Where had Sam come from? I didn’t remember anything beyond talking to him outside the gig. So how the hell had we ended up in bed together?
He was handsome and I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt towards him. It tugged at me, made me want to run my fingers down along the fine dusting of hairs that covered his chest. His jeans had slipped a little lower during the night and I could see the trail of hair that disappeared down below his waistband. Some people called it a happy trail and at that moment I could imagine that it was indeed a very happy trail…
Get a grip, Natasha. The little voice halted my silly thoughts immediately. There was something far more serious going on here. Something that didn’t need me making a joke out of it.
I reached out to him as he continued to snore, my hand hesitating just above his arm. If I woke him and heard something I didn’t want to hear… What would I do then?
My stomach rolled uncomfortably and I closed my eyes for a second in an attempt to squash down the nausea that threatened to wash over me. Opening my eyes I stared down at him. What choice did I have? I had to know what happened? I had to know if we had… I trailed off not fit to complete the thought. Not wanting to complete the thought.
I jabbed his arm roughly. “Wake up.” My voice was hoarse as though I’d spent the night screaming. But I knew I hadn’t… Or had I? A terrible thought flashed through my mind. The feeling of helplessness and someone kissing my neck. I couldn’t stop him… Couldn’t move my body to stop his lips… My hand automatically went to my neck, rubbing the spot. As though by doing that I could rub the memory from my brain.
Sam stirred but showed no signs of actually waking up. I gripped his arm and shook him hard. “Sam, please wake up. What happened to me?”
I didn’t know if it was the force at which I shook him or if it was the fear in my voice but his eyes popped open and he sprang up in the bed.
“Where, where are they?” He mumbled before realising his mistake. I sat in the bed, the covers pulled up around me like an extra layer of security. He stared at me in confusion, his eyes still a little hazy. His hair was standing on end and I couldn’t help but crack
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