Light up my Soul Carrie's pov

What could be part 1

I woke up really groggy, my eyes protesting against opening. The sheets were unusually soft and warm, considering how drafty the apartment was. Luckily for me, it was Sunday, and I had nowhere to be. Really, who was I to argue with all those fantastic points . I turned back around to get comfortable, my hand landing too hard on a body next to me. I didn't realise Su and I ended up in the same bed. I managed to mumble out a sorry. Sleep almost over took me again when I heard a deep chuckle. "I am not a female, nor is my name Su. Moreover, I certainly don't mind you touching me." I heard the most melodic Baritone voice say.

I opened my eyes to a dark room when realisation struck me. I racked my brain trying to remember anything from last night, but to no avail. After walking past the bouncer, it's all a blank. I must have gotten really drunk to not remember a single thing. To top it off, waking up to a complete stranger. I felt a pair of strong arms swiftly pulling me onto his body. It happened so quickly, I wouldn't have believed it if I wasn't sprawled out across his huge chest right now. I tried lifting my head to see who this man could be but was hit with a wave of dizziness. I closed my eyes, letting it pass. Promising myself a little peak later.

Letting out a sigh, I rested my head back against his bare chest, noticing it felt a bit breezy on my legs. Giving myself a pat down. I was now wearing a t-shirt instead of the dress prior to my blackout, indicating we had s*x. Well, at least he seemed to have a nice body. All I could feel was muscle. I bet his face is all dark and broody. I had to come clean to this muscled specimen. "So-, stranger.” I drew out. “ I'm guessing the s*x was good based on your comment earlier and the way I am sprawled across your chest." I spoke light heartedly, waiting a good five minutes for a response. Within that time frame, the desire to be swallowed up by a different world became stronger with each passing minute. Way to embarrass yourself, Carrie, I mentally admonished. I tried to end it all by burying my head in his chest to suffocate myself to death. It's not a bad way to go. I am sure my friends will be jealous to find out it was death by chest.

I felt him flinch slightly. I must have accidentally jabbed him with my chin. Besides my elbows, it's the only bony part of me. " Sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." I apologised while trying to move off of him. I already knew I ruined it when I opened my big ass mouth the first time, so why not go all the way. My mother always told me it would get me into trouble. But couldn't she have warned me it would ruin my chances with a muscular hunk instead. Maybe then I would have listened to her.

Trying being the operative word in this scenario. On the contrary, he matched me move for move. One deliciously toned arm was wrapped around my back, while his legs encircled mine. His body constricted like a snake who found its prey each time. I slightly shifted. I was officially trapped. I didn’t feel scared like I should have been. I have never in my life felt so safe and secure as I do with him. Is this a normal feeling to have with someone you just met?

He whispered in my ear, sending a weird sensation down my back that I have never felt before. "I accept your apology, so there is no need to move away." His other arm came around, holding me closer. " I really love you being in my arms, " he paused. My heartbeat quickened. He planted a light tender kiss, " a kiss of forgiveness upon thy cheek. For there is no one more precious in the world if you were to circle the entire universe." Another weird sensation roll through me.

Even though the actions and words were sweet and innocent, he made it a very intimate seduction. It would be a lie if I said it wasn't working.

I worked up the courage to speak. "You....," my voice came out small. Clearing my throat, I tried again. "You didn't say anything, so I assumed you wanted me gone, because the s*x was bad or I humiliated myself in front of you, stranger." Thank God he couldn't see my face because I was embarrassed with tears in my eyes, thinking there was still a chance I could be rejected, that he was just making fun of me.

Another kiss landed on my neck this time. Bringing his lips to my ear, he nipped at it. "Allow me to introduce myself . My name is Vince. A beauty like you will call me Vin, though. You just left me speechless in a good way. It was an amazing night for me. "

His name sounded familiar. I just couldn't concentrate enough to place where I heard it before. Another dizzying feeling washed over me. They must be from my darn hangover. I closed my eyes again, waiting for it to pass before responding. "My name is Carrie, it’s nice to meet you. I am also sorry to inform you that I do not remember anything we did last night. I honestly don't know if you are just joking around or being serious right now."

I'm not sure how he managed to reverse our positions in a quick fluid motion, but he did. Now I laid on the bed, with him on top of me. I could feel his weight slightly, but not enough that it crushed me. There was definitely a warm breeze sending shivers through my body and a s****l tension between us. Is it too much to hope that he felt it, too? His face was inches away from mine. I knew he could hear my breathing, which was a hot mess. It hitched, coming out ragged. I am pretty sure I even stopped breathing a few times.

Vince's breath was coming out evenly across my face, smelling like salt water. "I assure you that I would never joke about being with you. Let me show you how serious I truly am.” I had no time to categorise my emotions before he pressed his lips to mine.

The kiss was, wow. Just wow. On top of the warm breeze, his mouth tasted, and I kid you not, like a tropical island. I deepen our kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck, allowing his tongue access to my mouth. I wanted, no, needed to taste more of this island. A moan escaped when his tongue touched mine, and a burst of fruit flavours tingled my taste buds. His echoing groan vibrated through his chest and throat. He buried one hand in my hair and wrapped the other around my waist under the shirt I was wearing, preventing me from moving away from him. All my senses were being assaulted at once, the warm breeze fanning my bare skin, the smell of a beach, and all these tastes in my mouth conjuring images in my mind. Being on a private island, sunbathing, someone teasingly running sun screen on my back, laughing when it tickled. All the beautiful scents, and a bowl of fruit beside us waiting to be eaten. He fed me an apple from behind.

I broke away, gasping for air. I forgot how to breathe with everything drowning my senses. I have kissed my fair share of guys, to know this isn’t a normal experience.. Never have I heard my friends describe their make-out sessions like that either. How was this even possible? It's unnatural, not normal, the alarm bells were trying to pierce through, nagging at the back of my mind. Telling me to remember. What was it that I was supposed to remember?

My head started to pound like it used too when I was a kid. I clutched my head, wanting it to stop. Tears started rolling down my eyes as the pain grew too excruciating to bear.