NATASHA.
I peered my eyes open to the loud shrill coming from somewhere close to me. A moan escaped my lips as I turned, completely ignoring the shrill.
I loved the soft quilt around me, and the way the bed dipped as I laid there. I loved the cinnamon scent coming from the sheets, as well as the robe I had on. Wait, a robe? I thought, crinkling my brow with my eyes still shut.
I suddenly sat up on the bed, pushing the quilt off me so I could stare at my body in confusion while I felt my heartbeat increase in speed. A robe? How? What happened to my clothes? I looked around desperately for them. I don't remember taking them off. Where are they? Why can't I remember anything from last night? It feels like everything is a fuzzy haze and the only sure thing I do know is that I am completely
