I WOKE up with my whole body in pain. I was feeling sore all over. Fuck. I muttered a soft curse as I tried to get up from the bed.
I looked at the other side of the bed. I realized I was alone. There was no sight of the man I spent the whole night with.
I bit my lower lip and looked down at myself. I was wearing a white oversized shirt. Nothing more. The last thing I remembered was that I fell asleep in his arms.
God. I touched my face when I remembered everything that happened last night. Everything that had happened wasn't just a dream. I was hoping not if it was real but… Fuck. My life's already ending in six months.
I felt my heart drop to the ground. I closed my eyes.
No, Claire. This is not the time to mourn. You need to get out of here first.
I opened my eyes and roamed.
The place where I was right now was a typical bachelor's pad.
The interior was in neutral color. Plain and minimalist. It was obviously owned by a man.
I felt my cheeks heated when I remembered everything we did on that bed. God. I couldn't believe I could be that wild. But he was just so hot and insanely good.
Even I couldn't believe that I was able to do those things. All the things I did last night were beyond me. First, I got a tattoo. And then I lost my virginity to a stranger. To a very hot stranger for that matter.
Damn. After twenty nine years, I finally had sex. Who would've thought that my first sexual experience would be a one night stand. But it was… good. No. It was great.
I saw my underwear on the floor. My face flushed. Damn. I remembered how he ripped my blouse last night. How would I get home when my clothes are all ruined?
I get up from the bed. I winced when I felt the pain in the middle part of my body.
"Damn."
Adam. He was so big. No. He was huge. Even though he took me slowly last night, I still got hurt. I stretched out my hand to pick up my panties on the floor.
"Hi."
My panties almost slipped from my hand when I heard a voice. It was him. Adam.
He was walking towards me. He was wearing a white shirt just like what I was wearing, and a black boxers. He was fresh from the shower. I could see his hair was still damp.
Memories of last night came flooding into me. I remember how I pulled that soft hair of his last night.
My eyes went down to his lips.
Those red lips of his. Until now, I could still remember how his lips tasted against mine.
I remembered how he kissed every inch of my body last night. How he sucked my skin. How he… Oh, God.
"How are you?" Suddenly, he was in front of me. He sat on the edge of the bed next to me. He grabbed the tiny piece of clothing from my hand. My eyes widened. My panties...
"I-i'm good." I swallowed and took back my underwear from him. Just…why did he grab it in the first place, anyway?
"Good?" His lips tugged in a playful smile.
"That's not what you're saying last night."
My lips parted when he lifted his hand tucked the stray hair behind my ear. I looked at his long fingers. Then I remembered what those fingers did to me last night.
My cheeks flushed. I had never blushed this hard in my twenty nine years in life. "T-thank you for last night." I wanted to look away, but my eyes had a mind of its own.
I found myself staring at his gorgeous face. Those sinful lips… those deep fucking eyes… God. And why does he smell so damn good? I forced myself not to close my eyes and inhaled his scent. He smelled so masculine. So… sexy. Damn. What was this man doing to me? I was acting like a thirsty woman in front of him.
I blinked my eyes and tried to clear my clouded head.
"I think… I should go," I said in a small voice. I might be innocent, but I knew how one night stands work. And what we did last night was a one night stand.
But fuck. I don't have clothes. I couldn't go home like this? I could go straight to Marcus' unit. But fuck. He would question me.
"No." He pursed his lips. "You should… shower first. I know you're sore. I prepared a warm bath for you."
I continued to stare at him. I felt my cheeks getting hotter and hotter.
He smiled at me and gently touched my cheek. "After what we did last night… you have nothing to be ashamed of."
He took back the underwear in my hand. "This is already dirty. Let's put this in the laundry."
I let out a small gasp. "But… I don't have any clothes."
"Don't worry. I have spare women's clothes in the closet." His eyes stayed on my body, particularly in my chest. "They would fit you."
I slightly frowned. Why does he have women's clothes in his unit?
Don't tell me…
"Do you have a girlfriend?" Fuck! Did I just have a one night stand with a committed man?
He smiled at me. His face looked amused. "Nah. I don't do that."
"Do what?"
"I don't do relationships." He pursed his lips. "Those clothes I was talking about were my cousins'. The one who made me wear that Spiderman costume I wore last night. She sometimes sleeps here."
My eyes slanted at him. "Are you sure?" I asked, doubtful.
Shit. What if he's lying to me? I already have too much on my plate. I don't want more complications in my life right now.
Then you shouldn't have fuck him, right?
He looked straight into my eyes. "I won't bring you here last night if I am in a relationship. "I'm not a cheater."
His eyes… they were telling me he's not lying. I felt relieved. I definitely didn't want to be a third party in someone else's relationship. I didn't want to commit any more sin now that I was dying!
"Okay."
He smiled. "There. Nothing to worry about." My lips parted when he suddenly pulled me up and carried me from the bed.
"Wait. Put me down," I protested. He was carrying me bridal style. He was effortlessly walking as if he was only carrying a sack of cotton. I didn't see him having a hard time carrying me when I looked at his face. Damn, ripped body.
"I can walk."
Damn. I could feel his arms on my legs. It was a good thing my shirt was big. Yeah, he had already seen my whole body last night. But that was last night.
"You're still sore," he said without even looking at me.
I wondered if this was really the rule on a night stand? Or this man was just really nice?