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

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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."

me right now. I think I'm not hearing clearly what's he's trynna say.

them now?" He asked me

was still

sudden. I looked up on his face again and he was

get them for me? Please? I'm really

"Sure." He says.

bad bad headache coming up even a lot more now. I still feel a little bit nauseated. I'm so so tired and

Nick entering the room holding a glass of water on his right and pitcher on the other while the foil container of the tablet was in between his lips and him being topless always makes me forget I'm in hungover today. He walks closer to me and sat down right on my side. He placed the glass and

It's what the men in here use.

while taking huge gulps of water. I'm so thirsty and I've never

more water, here's the pitcher. I need to take a

somewhere?"

Half naked and fully naked men

"How's your head?" I

drinker. Im a one can or bottle a night kind of guy." he

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

night you found me drunk was a very rare exception

and I could tell it from the way his

Great, I really had to ask him about that.

Why in hell Savannah?

froze for a second and he looked confused by what I said to him cos Im sure as hell he doesn't remember anything about what happened and

I was someone named Catherine..." 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

to the door and left the room without a word said to me. I just laid

to me, I hated myself for

a while, probably fifteen to twenty minutes have passed, I hear the door creeping open again and it was Nick wearing nothing but the towel wrapped around his waist. I jumped off the bed and turned my

dry clothes. If Tracy comes here tell

was gone. I just exhaled heavily and I still feel my heart pounding from what I just saw. Though

my gosh I was so worried of you last night! I'm so sorry I lost you. Penny

me

It's really okay." I smiled

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

don't know. Ask your