HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YOU PERFECT HUMAN BEING. I have secretly loved you for ages so hi. Anyways, I'M EXTREMELY SORRY IF THIS SUCKS SERIOUSLY. This is like my fourth fic and I am a little virgin so this may not be completely realistic BUT I REALLY DID TRY AND I'M TRULY SORRY IF IT SUCKS. I love you to death despite the possible suckage of this okay. 3

Light filled the room through floor to ceiling windows and I let out a muffled groan into a pillow that was way too expensive to be my own. My incredibly hung over mind took way longer than it should have to process two other disturbing facts. One, there were arms around me. Thick, muscular, incredibly sexy, lumberjack arms, but a stranger's arms none the less. Another, incredibly more disturbing fact; I was undoubtedly stark naked.

Fuck.

My head was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what the hell had happened last night while simultaneously attempting to determine the normal protocol for a one night stand. Being completely honest, I would have to admit that the latter took priority. For fuck's sake, what the hell were you supposed to do in a situation where you wake up naked next to a guy whose face or name you can't remember?

My no-longer-virgin brain decided the best option would be to attempt to get the hell out of this astonishingly expensive apartment before Paul Bunyan could wake up. However, once I managed to awkwardly flail my way out of his death grip, I caught a glimpse of his face and froze.

How the fucking hell did I manage to screw Theo James?

I let out a terrified squeak and slammed the bathroom door shut, realizing about four seconds too late that I left my clothes in the other room. With a Theo James that was probably very much awake right now. After spending about thirty minutes attempting to find a window I could jump through without flashing half of the United Kingdom, I prayed that the gorgeously naked man on the bed was gone and stuck my head cautiously out of the door, only to find him shirtless a few inches away from my face.

"Need a bit of help there, love?" he teased in a lilting English accent. My face turned a red brighter than Taylor Swift's lipstick as I quickly slammed the door in his all too adorable face. I quickly heard the lock turn, however, and dashed into the walk-in closet and threw on a t-shirt just before being pulled against a set of panty-dropping washboard abs. I felt a set of lips just below my ear whisper something unintelligible as they traveled farther and farther down my neck and my head fell back naturally, a gasp of pleasure bubbling to my lips while his teeth graze my collarbone.

I don't protest in the slightest as he spins me around and his pillow soft lips brush mine for a moment and disappear, eliciting a moan that results in a laugh that shakes his entire ethereal body. I wrap my fingers in his gently curling hair and pull his head, none too gently, towards mine. His mouth curves in a subtle smile as his hands travel from the end of my rib cage down the flare of my hip, continuing his journey south to cup my ass and hoist me up to wrap my legs around his waist, shoving us back into an armoire and making the hangers rattle.

My fingers run through his hair, soft as my favorite pajama pants, his teeth pulling on my bottom lip and the world is blazing inferno of lust and heat and Maddie and Theo, an infinite discovery of his mouth and mine, my back arching as our tongues explored every inch of each other's mouth, tasting like coffee and sugar and cinnamon. All too abruptly, however, Theo pulls away, and I, mortified, untangle my legs and blush a furious shade of crimson.

As he strode out of the closet, he tossed a wadded up dress over his shoulder and, "I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything. Oh, and don't ask about your underwear; I doubt there's much left of that."

I HOPE YOU HAD A WONDERFUL DAY, LOVELY!

-Amoo