“Dom, I’m sorry… I’m so tired… I…” he groaned, lifting his hand to wipe his eyes, yawning again as he reached for my shoulder, loosely clinging to me.
I pulled the duvet up to our shoulders to cover us, kissing him on the forehead as I tucked him in like we'd been together for years. It felt insanely natural for him to be with me so comfortably.
He looked perfect as he stared up at me with total trust.
“You go to sleep, handsome,” I murmured, nudging his nose with mine. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“Mmmn, okay…” He was half-asleep already, and within minutes he was curled up to my chest, his breaths steady and deep.
I didn’t cuddle. I wasn’t a cuddler. Sometimes I liked holding the guys I slept with, but it wasn’t the same as burying myself close to their bodies for the simple feeling of touching the person I liked.
I hummed with happiness I'd never felt before as I settled down, wrapping my arm around his chest and bending my knee so I could rest my leg over his thighs, absolutely content.
His gentle breaths were my soundtrack as sleep called me with the taste of him so fresh on my lips. But I didn’t know if I could close my eyes when I was buzzing, excited for whatever was coming next.
Harry
Igroaned as pain assaulted me from every conceivable angle. I stretched on a yawn, but my joints cracked and my muscles burned, making everything worse. I needed to throw up. Bile was already heavy in my throat; I couldn’t even open my eyes. The sheer force of hurt pounding through my skull nearly pinned me to the pillow until my stomach growled, a fierce hunger barraging through me, setting off another wave of nausea.
I didn't know what had happened.
I lifted a hand to my forehead as I moaned loudly. My mouth tasted like rotten food, as if it was oozing down my throat and pooling in my stomach.
I didn’t usually drink. I was always careful, as Mum constantly gave us warnings about ending up in the papers. “One bad moment could ruin your life.”But a hangover was the only explanation I could think of for why I felt so awful, and I had no memories of last night. Though alcohol had never affected me this badly.
Pressing a hand into the mattress, I pushed myself up, which was probably the worst thing I could have done. I groanedagain as the duvet fell away to my hips. The cool air helped my hot skin, but I froze the moment I became aware of another sensation.
I was completely naked, but that wasn't what concerned me. My crotch was too sticky, far too much to be sweat. I was certain it wasn't a wet dream; I was nineteen and it had been years since I had one. And I felt… strange. Not just hungover strange; there was something else gnawing at the back of my mind, along with my missing memories.
Those thoughts took second place to a new ache that ripped through me as I finally pried open my eyes and the bright sunlight streaming in from the window to my left slammed into me. I kept my lips firmly shut, praying I’d be able to make it to the toilet in time to vomit.
That was not how I was supposed to start my day.
My head shot up at the quick thump that came from the bathroom. The toilet flushed and, by the time I registered that the bathroom was on the wrong side of my bedroom, the tap had stopped running and the door opened.
My mouth dropped as Dom stood in the doorway, a towel hanging off his hips. His face split into a wide grin as he saw me. “Morning, handsome. How did you sleep?” he asked in a gravely voice that instantly woke me up.
My gaze jumped over him before sweeping around the room. No desk or chair, no photos of my family on the windowsill. My brow creased as I fought through the muddle of thoughts to work out what was happening.
“Where am I?” I croaked, wincing instantly. Even breathing felt like rubbing sandpaper against my windpipe. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, making sure I kept the duvet tightly pulled up over my stomach as my head spun at the sudden movement.
Dom stretched his arm above his head, clutching the doorframe, posing like a model. A diamond of blond hair on his armpit drew my focus first, before the spread of hard muscles running from his upper arms down to his hips distracted me.
“Hmmm… you had quite a night,” Dom answered with a dangerously sexy smile. “I brought you back to mine to get over the worst of it.” His smirk was the type he’d throw me first thing in the morning, the kind that would follow me throughout the day.
The realisation hit me. I jolted, my attention snapping back to Dom as my breath vanished. Like water dripping through weak cracks in a dam, it swelled until it burst in my heart, and I nearly choked. My panic violently overrode the nausea and the pain.
I was in Dom’s room. Naked. Waking up in his bed after a night of empty memories.
“Oh, God.” I lifted a trembling hand to my mouth. “Please tell me we didn’t…” My eyes fixed on the towel riding his hips, outlining abs I'd been dying to touch for months. Horror came next, blending with my realisation in the flood. My blood racing, toes and fingers curling, trying to stay calm despite the colour draining from my skin, intensely aware of how dank my crotch was.
What if I told him? What if I said how I’d been fantasising about him, or how I would sometimes listen to him at night just to hear his voice as he came?
Surprise scattered through me when Dom flinched. His body stiffened as his arm dropped, the shock which marred his face echoing mine. He caught himself quickly. Whatever thoughts he had, disappeared as his expression grew cold. He folded his arms as his smile turned into a glare, leaning his shoulder against the door frame, his fingers digging into his forearms.
Tension bloomed between us as the seconds eked by. I couldn’t bear it and was about to run when Dom finally spoke.
“You mean you don’t remember getting absolutely smashed last night and me dragging you home?” Dom asked, raising a brow.
