Love Aint Always Pretty

Induratize

- to make one's own heart hardened or resistant to someone's please or advances or to the idea of love

Origin: Latin

14

I slowly open my eyes as I feel like something was pounding on my head. God it was hurting so bad and I feel my lips were so dry. I groaned on my bed and started stretching my arms up. I stared at the ceiling and it doesn't look like the one in my dorm. My eyes completely narrowed and totally forgot about what happened to me last night.

"Shit where am I?" I mumbled.

I look around the room but I don't remember where I am then I looked down at myself but I was still wearing every piece of clothing I had last night. Then I see a huge feet next to me and I'm sure it was a guy. The second I turned to my side, I see a view of Nick sleeping right next to me and he's this close. We slept in one bed? In one same freaking bed? Wow. What a beautiful view to start my Sunday morning.

I have this sudden urge to touch his face and brush my hand just lightly, just a little, but I'm too afraid to wake him up. I just stared at him quietly while he was lightly snoring. He wore a plain white sleeveless and a gray jogging pants. Nick just looks so devastatingly gorgeous right now that it's making me uncomfortable lying down right next to him. His black thick eyebrows matches well with his facial beard and his lips looks so soft. I wonder how they taste. I wonder how it feels like to be kissed by Nick. I wonder how his hands would feel when it touches your body. I wonder how it feels to be teased by him.

I pulled one finger up, aiming for his eyebrows. I wanted to run my finger over it then down to his nose bridge but as I was getting closer, he starts waking up. I quickly pulled my hand back close to me and I slowly shifted to the other side of the bed, facing my back to him. Now that I think about it, I wish I didn't do anything crazy or say something weird last night. I was too drunk and I couldn't remember anything that I did at all. The last thing I remember was dancing with Tracy and everything after that is a blur. Gosh I wish I wasn't as worst as Nick when he was drunk that night when he came up to my room.

The hell, how did I even end up here?

I feel him getting up from the bed cos I sense a movement now and he was yawning right behind me. Then I feel him walking around since there were footsteps. I secretly watch him head to his drawer and he grabbed a towel. Gosh what time is it? Isn't it too early for him to take a bath? Then my breathing stopped for a second the moment he pulled the sleeveless off of his head, showing his back muscles to me. He threw it to the couch.

Turn around. Turn around so I can see your abs! I mentally chanted.

I had to wake up before he'll come here fresh from the shower. I wouldn't know if I could hold myself pretending that I'm still asleep by that time when he's changing to some dry clothes cos I'm sure as hell it's a tempting view to take a peak. So I started rustling on the bed and faked a groan. I think it worked cos the moment I acted like that, he turned to me. I yawned, hoping it sounded natural. I pull myself up from the bed and turned to him. I think it was a bad idea that I acted as if I just woke up cos now his body is all that I'm looking at.

Shit, he has the v on him. Holy Christ he has those beautiful indentations on those hot models in Calvin Klein's that I see on magazines. I'm drooling. Mentally drooling, to be honest. It usually runs the length of their freaking outer abdominal muscles as if it's pointing down to his bull's eye. Damn his abs are making me forget that I'm having hungover today.

Jesus Christ, Savannah you're staring at his goddamn crotch!

"How's your head?" He asked.

I moved my eyes up to his face. "It's killing me. Do you have any meds around here?"

"Yeah. It's in the kitchen."

what's he's trynna say. His abs and biceps look so perfectly toned and I've never seen a

asked me while his hand was holding

still staring

looked up on his face again and

for me? Please? I'm

"Sure." He says.

a lot more now. I still feel a little bit nauseated. I'm so so tired and I'm so so thirsty. God I feel like I'm having an unpleasant mood right now too and my headache is adding up to making everything inside my body

always makes me forget I'm in hungover today. He walks closer to me and

men in here use. My saliva is clean. Don't worry." He

took in the tablet while taking huge gulps

to

somewhere?"

go out of this room. Half naked and fully naked men

at him. "How's your

drink a lot after the beerpong. Im not much of a drinker. Im a one can or bottle a night kind of

even though my head was killing me. "I think you're

me drunk was a very rare exception of me."

his eyes are looking at me and how his voice is

caused by Catherine?" Great, I

Why in hell Savannah?

what I said to him cos Im sure as hell he doesn't remember anything about what happened and what he told me

Explaining the awkwardness the best as I can in front of this topless man. "I just thought something might have happened in the past between you and her... cos you

the room without a word said to me. I just laid back down and stared at the ceiling. I still feel a little dizzy and damn I cant hardly tell what just happened that made him turn mad. But was he pissed off about it? Embarrassed? Sad? Gosh his face

to me, I hated myself

creeping open again and it was Nick wearing nothing but the towel wrapped around his waist. I jumped off the bed and turned

some dry clothes. If Tracy comes here tell her we'll be leaving right

was gone. I just exhaled heavily and I still feel my heart pounding from what I just saw. Though I didn't really have seen it clearly but damn his dripping hair, sexy shiny abs wetted from water,

me here and rushed right towards me. "Oh my gosh I was so worried of you last night! I'm so sorry I

me right

okay. It's really okay." I smiled at her making sure it

pulls herself away from me. "Wait. Why are you here?" She arched an eyebrow while smirking at

don't know. Ask