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*Chapter 2*
She didn't bother locking the door behind her after hearing it click closed. Daisy was fucking exhausted from her long drive; all she wanted was a shower and some sleep. Setting down her bag and pulling her wallet from her cleavage, she set down all her belongings and went over to the lone motel room window to close the curtains. In a few minutes, her pajamas were laid out on the bed and she stood in the small bathroom, turning the shower on. Looking in the mirror, Daisy took out her hair and set the metal clip, with a red and white metal flower on it, on the sink. Grabbing her brush, she pulled it through her hair and thought about the drunk guy outside. Goddamn, he is fucking sexy! of course, i would think that. here I am; going from one drunk douchebag to ( literally ) the next guy I meet. how fucking cliché. Stripping off her clothes, ( her heels already off ) she tried not to think about Dylan or her ex as she stepped into the warm water of the shower.
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Fuck! I really hope he isn't out there still. Daisy thought as she peeked through the window, trying to see if Dylan was still on the bench. It had been at least an hour since she got out of the shower and put on her pajamas: a black, oversized Radiohead T shirt and black spandex shorts. He can't still be out there. Fuck it! My hip hurts. I need that fucking ice! she thought, grabbing the empty ice bucket with determination and opening the door. Stepping out and closing the door behind her, She saw him. Dylan had finally passed out, but must have been trying to go to his room when he did, because Daisy found him laying on the pavement face first; the empty bottle of Captain Morgan in the gravel a few feet away. She walked right passed him to the ice machine and filled it until it was practically overflowing. I can't just leave him like this...she thought, biting her lower lip as she looked over her shoulder at him. Daisy sighed. Drunk duty for the thousandth time. She thought as she set the full ice bucket down on the ground and went over to Dylan still unconscious on the ground.
She could see that his face was turned to the side as she knelt beside him. Daisy brushed back his dirty blonde hair with her manicured black nails, sighing at his sleeping face as she checked it for any damage. Seeing none, she reluctantly reached into his jacket pocket. Finding what she was looking for, Daisy turned the tag on the motel room key over to see the #6 punched into the metal. "Alright, here we go." She huffed, struggling a little as she pulled him up to his feet. He leaned into her as she stood the both of them up; his arms tightening slightly around her neck, hers resting on his hips as she pulled him up. Daisy squeaked out a tiny "MEEP!" as Dylan snuggled into her neck as he slept, his warm breath on her skin giving her goosebumps. Ignoring it, she expertly shuffled them over to his door, taking what felt like forever. Propping him up against the door frame a little, Daisy unlocked his door, before swinging it open and maneuvering them both inside like a pro. Scolding herself in her head, she moved him over to her bed, loving every second of his muscular body touching hers. She sat him on the bed and laid his head down on the pillow. His feet hung over the side of the bed in front of her still, so Daisy knelt and pulled his boots off, muttering something about drawing on his face. She sat him up and started to pull his jacket off of him, making him groan in his sleep. "Oh, shut up." She said with a smile, laying him back down and running her fingers through his incredibly soft hair before going back outside for her ice bucket. Leaving the door wide open still, Daisy walked back into Dylan's room and dropped a handful of ice in an empty glass on the bedside table. She put her ice bucket down for a second, opening the drawer of the bedside table. She found a notepad and a pen, quickly writing a little note before she set both down next to the cup of ice. She dropped the key on the notepad as she grabbed her ice bucket and headed for the door. Daisy left, closing the door behind her and walking down the corridor to her motel room with a huge smile.
