Ok, so this is where my mind is taking me. Many of you have asked for me to continue this story. After reading this little bit that I have started, If still interested let me know and I will continue! Thanks all!
I groaned, feeling my muscles scream at me in protest. My body felt sluggish, and I was going to kill the people banging on stuff around me.
Yawning, I groaned when I felt my mouth was like a desert. I squinted my eyes, looking around my bedroom for a bottle of water or something.
What met my eyes however, was not my bedroom. In fact, it wasn't even a room in my house. Clothes were scattered all over the place, leaving a trail towards the bed, a desk chair flipped backwards, and blankets on the floor.
Panic spread through me from the thought of not knowing where I was. I quickly stood up, and regretted the action immediately. I groaned grabbing head and bending over, trying my damndest not to throw up.
I heard a groan and snapped my head up, trying to figure out where it came from. What I saw was a man with a well defined back, a tattoo stretched over the skin, and a thin white sheet barely covering his ass. He moved his head, and I got a perfect view of his face.
I gasped, letting a 'fuck' fall from my lips, only for me to slap my hand quickly over my mouth. It was Collin, and images from last night flooded my mind. This wasn't good!