Sara

 

Holy Hell! What in God’s name happened?

Cotton mouth, throbbing temples and a nauseous stomach had me instantly regretting the previous night. Rolling onto my stomach, I put more pressure on my bladder than I’d wanted. I was desperately trying to get into a more comfortable position but the only thing I managed to do was aggravate my poor little organ, so full I thought I was going to have an accident. Deciding I didn’t want a mess to clean up, I turned over and slowly swung my legs off the side of the mattress, my head spinning the moment I sat upright. I took a minute before standing up, desperately hoping the feeling wouldn’t last all day.

Carefully walking around my bed, I ventured into the short hallway. I slowly made my way toward the bathroom, my eyes adjusting to the darkness with every step. After I’d taken care of business, I quickly washed my hands and headed back to my room, still a little groggy.

It was super-early, or super-late; whichever way you wanted to look at it.

As I pushed my bedroom door open wider, I saw the bright green light of the alarm clock. 4:22 am. I’m going with super-early. I didn’t feel like walking all the way around only to climb onto my side of the mattress. Actually, there was only me, so I wasn’t sure why I even deemed the left side as my side. Either way, I didn’t want to walk any further than I had to, the warm covers beckoning to me, waiting and ready to envelop me in plushness. As I placed my hands on the bed, my knee following me as I clumsily climbed on top, something stopped me.

It was hard.

It groaned as my knee came down on a very sensitive area.

It was a man.

Scrambling for my footing, shock and terror ripped through me as I stumbled backward and fell flat on my ass. Thud! My head caught the edge of the wall, instantly bringing tears to my eyes.

So much for my headache going away.

As the pain invaded, I clutched the back of my skull, cursing out loud as if I was by myself.

But I wasn’t by myself.

Someone was in my room with me.

In my bed.

“Jesus Christ!” a gruff voice exclaimed. “Are you all right?” Before I could answer, the light flicked on, blinding me instantly. It took me a good minute to be able to adjust to the blaring intrusion, my eyes opening and closing so often I looked like I had some sort of nervous twitch.

The mystery man, a guy I’d not even looked at yet, reached down and gripped my arms. He pulled me to my feet and held me steady as I collected myself. Once my eyes adjusted, I shrugged off his hold and took a step back.

I should have been more afraid than I was. I should have been screaming and running for my life. But I wasn’t. There was something about his presence which calmed me, as weird as it sounded. Still trying my best to be cautious, I took another step away from him and finally made eye contact, a smug smile on his face as my mouth dropped open in shock.

What the hell is he doing here? In my bed nonetheless?

“What are you doing here?” I asked as my eyes slowly scanned him from head to toe. I felt his warmth enclose me when he helped me to my feet. What I didn’t realize was the heat radiated off his naked body. Well, he had on black boxer briefs, but otherwise…he was naked.

The fine lines of his torso called to me. I wanted nothing more than to run my fingertips over his hard form, imagining gripping his broad shoulders as he pinned me to the wall behind me. His thighs were thick and muscular, his ass no doubt perfection, as well.

Plopping back down on the bed, he nestled in and crossed his arms over his chest. I had no doubt he was settling in for the long haul. My eyes were so busy studying him, I missed what he said. I heard a faint sound, but I couldn’t make out the actual words. Once my eyes connected with his, I faltered. “What did you say?” I asked, still a little lightheaded from smacking my head.

“You asked me what I was doing here, and I answered you.” The corners of his lips turned up, revealing a perfect, white set of teeth. His dark hair was a tad unruly but in a run-my-hands-through-it type of way. Stubble was already starting to form on his jawline, his need to shave every day was most likely quite a hassle.

“And what was your answer?” I almost missed what he said again. It wasn’t my fault, though. I was only human, after all.

A full-on laugh escaped him as he kept his eyes on me. “I said, you were very drunk last night and I needed to make sure you got home okay.” A few more minutes passed before either one of us spoke. I was still in some sort of daze, wondering not only what the hell happened but how he came to bring me home. And why did he stay? “Sara, are you okay? Is it your head?” he asked, looking on with concern. I remained silent, for longer than was comfortable.

When still I didn’t utter a word, he broke the ever-growing tension. Sort of. “Why are you staring at me like that, woman?” he grunted. “You’re making me think things. Bad things.” Is he teasing me? Or tormenting me?

“I’m not staring at you,” I lied. Bringing my fingers to my forehead, I started to rub. “I just don’t understand. What happened last night?” Admittedly, I was rather embarrassed I’d let things get out of hand, not remembering a goddamn thing. I made a promise to myself a long time ago to never let anything interfere with my well-being, to always be aware of my surroundings. I guess I really messed up.

As I moved around the other side of the bed, I realized my state of undress, with only a white T-shirt and cotton panties covering the most intimate of places. Diving under the comforter to cover up, embarrassment stole over my skin, something which he found amusing.

My awkwardness quickly disappeared, irritation taking its place. “Are you ever going to tell me what happened, or are you going to just sit there and laugh at me?” I quipped, the tone in my voice a little more than harsh.

“Sorry,” he mumbled before he began the tale of the previous evening. “Considering how drunk you were, I’m not surprised you don’t remember anything. Although,” he continued as he put his hand over his heart, “I’m a little upset you don’t remember what happened between us.”

Taking a deep breath and preparing for the worst, I slowly opened my mouth to speak. “What do you mean?” I crouched further down the bed, regret slowly weaving its way through me. “Please don’t tell me we had sex.”

“Why, would that be so awful if we did?” he asked, looking offended.

 The thing about being in a surprising situation was sometimes your mouth didn’t filter what your brain was thinking. My response was one such example. “Yes, it would. I’d like to remember my first time.” I brought the blanket up to cover my mouth as if the simple gesture would erase what I’d just said.

Yes, I was a twenty-six year old virgin. While some would consider my age too old to still be inexperienced, there was a good reason I chose to stay away from men.

A past which killed my trust in people.

When I heard him suck in a breath of air, I turned toward him, my eyes lingering a little too long on his mouth. “That’s what you’re comment meant,” he said, the look on his face priceless, as if he’d just discovered the meaning of life.

“What comment?” Oh, God, what the hell did I say?

“Last night. When we were in the hallway, you told me you wanted me to be your first. I thought you were talking about a one-night stand.” He rolled onto his side and leaned in closer. “I have to admit, while the thought of you picking me for your first one-nighter, or so I thought that’s what you meant, was flattering, it was also upsetting.” When I knitted my brow in confusion, he explained. “Going home with some random stranger is very dangerous, Sara. You really need to be more careful. Actually, scratch that. You don’t have to worry about ever doing that again.”

“Why?” Oh, now I’m really curious.

“Because.”

“Because why?”

Air escaped his tempting mouth, his frustration beyond obvious. “Because I’ll keep a better eye on you. Make sure you never drink that much again. That’s why.”

Satisfied he’d had his say, he rolled onto his back, staring straight ahead as if he was carefully choosing his next words.

My pulse quickened. My heart picked up pace, ramming hard against my chest. I literally felt my face become red in anger. Who does this guy think he is trying to dictate what I do or don’t do from now on?

Never mind he was completely right. My actions the night before were careless. I knew it. But I’d never admit that to him.

“What makes you think you have any say over what I do?” I scoffed. “I’m a grown woman who can make her own decisions. Good or bad.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” he retorted. “Never again, Sara. I mean it.”

It was then I realized he’d said my name a few times and I didn’t even know his. Or at least I didn’t think I did.

Before I could think of a comment to his ludicrous statement, he jumped out of bed and started getting dressed, pulling on his jeans first before throwing his shirt over his head. Sitting back down on the edge of the mattress, he leaned down and reached for his shoes. After he’d finished, he stood to his full height and locked eyes on me once again.  

“Are you leaving?” I asked, sounding a little desperate. I didn’t even wait for him to answer before I fired off another question. “I thought you were going to tell me what happened last night.”

“Oh, yeah,” he smugly said. Without missing a beat, he dove right in. “What do you remember? Anything at all?”

“I remember going out with my friends and having a few drinks, but other than that…no.” I turned my head, embarrassed I couldn’t recall any other details.

“Well, I saw you there. At Throttle. I helped you carry drinks back to your table before you casually dismissed me.” There’s that offended look again. A few moments of silence passed before he continued to speak.  “Anyway, I saw you again on your way back from the bathroom and then we…” he trailed off.

“We what?”

“We had a little moment in the hallway.” That’s it? That’s all he’s giving me? I wanted to scream but I kept my temper in check.

“Seriously? You aren’t going to tell me what happened?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

“We had a moment,” he repeated before he made his way toward the door. “Oh, and by the way…I’m Alek Devera,” he offered.

I guess I hadn’t known his name after all.

As he pulled the door open, he briefly turned toward me, a weird expression appearing out of nowhere. Trying to decipher the look on his gorgeous face was too much so early in the morning.

So I just gave up.

It didn’t matter, though.

I’d never see him again anyway.

Or so I thought.