I stirred in bed, feeling a warm body pressed up against me. I looked over and saw Nìkolai sleeping next to me. He looked so peaceful as he laid there and slept.
The sun was starting to rise, making light seep in through the balcony. The light shone on his face, showing all the delicate details of his gorgeous face. He was a god of a man. A true beauty, with a beast laying dormant inside. The epitome of the saying; a devil with a pretty face.
The longer I stared at him, the more confused I became. I didn’t remember him coming to my room last night. I remember drinking two bottles of champagne, along with all the drinking I did at Damian’s. I was drunk last night, but I don’t remember much.
I moved my limbs, not feeling sore in between my legs.
Did we not have s*x?
My mind wandere
