I stumbled into the room trying to be quiet. I told him I'd be home three hours ago but I was having so much fun with my girlfriends, I simply lost track of time.
The only light in the room was from the muted tv. His arm was casually laying across his face, covering his eyes. Tip toeing into the bathroom while trying to remove my shirt was no easy task.
Finally, closing the door behind me I looked at the woman in the mirror. She was staring back at me with a sloppy smile. Her long blonde hair all over the place. Her makeup was running a little from all the laughing. And I couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous she looked right now.
Slipping out of all my clothes except for my pink lace thongs, I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth before heading back into the room. My heart stopped when I saw him sitting at the end of the bed.
His hair was messy from running his fingers through it, blue eyes bright with a look I couldn't quite put my finger on. Need, want, anger, hunger? Maybe all of them. He was gorgeous. Thick muscular arms covered in tattoos. I could see his v disappear into his shorts even when he was sitting. And those full lips, made for kissing.
