A soft breeze tickles the cheeks of a sleeping girl, pulling herself out of a deep slumber. She pulls the warm quilt over her shoulder and shoves her face deeper into the crease of the fluffy pillow.
Turning to lay in the other direction, she peeks out from underneath the blanket to see a spacious room. The gray walls are covered with posters from various Kpop bands and a variety of different album covers.
A calm expression rests on the girl's face until her steady breathing hitches in her throat. Her once timid eyes shot open to the size of two glass marbles as a sudden realization hits her.
Something is wrong.
She holds her breath and lays as still as possible, and as if to prove a point, a deep exhale hits the girl's neck. She stifles any escaping sounds while the hair of the dark figure brushes against her shoulder blades, daring to come closer.
She slowly pushed herself to the edge of the bed trying to get as far away as possible from the still motionless extra body in her bed...wait. Their bed.
I need to get out of here.
Flicking the remaining blanket off her slim frame, she crawled off the bed onto a soft carpet accenting the floor. Using her legs to scoot herself against the wall, she lifted her head up to peek at the bed's owner.
A man slept silently, his beautiful features rested calmly on the plush silky pillow. From his soft full lips to his perfectly tousled jet black hair, he could pass as a model for all she knew. He. was. stunning.
A small exhale escaped her lips as her shoulders released from the tight stress holding them firm. She stood up using the wall as a guide to finding the nearest exit.
A sudden thought popped into her head, causing her to stop in her tracks. "Why am leaving? Shouldn't I be asking this guy how I even got here?" She veered her head to shoot a glare in the direction of the man.
Viewing the individual from a higher angle made her heart skip a beat. The sleeping male pressed his cheekbone deeper into the pillow, revealing a sharp jawline and defined ripples of flesh trailing down his neck. A deep pink flushed the woman's cheeks as an uproar of vivid illustrations quickly surfaced to her mind, leaving her frozen in place.
A low rustling sound shifted throughout the quiet room, the restored man waking from his bed. A husky groan echoed off the walls as he used his forearm to push himself upright on the bed.
He began to lift his free hand to rub the drowsiness from his eyes, as his hand froze inches from contact. His golden-brown eyes locked on the unknown girl standing immobile in the corner of his room.
Her eyes glittered a soft blue hue that accented the faint freckles dotting her cheeks and nose. Dark honey blonde hair streamed off her shoulders and down her back, loosely layered strands framing her flushed face.
She stood parallel to the wall on the far corner of his room, her eyes wandering through the darkroom surrounding his side of the space. She took the moment of silence to tug down the large white tee taking coverage down to her hips.
He looked the girl up and down for a while as if to try and process the second living being in his room. To the male, he was debating whether she was a friend or foe. But to the women, her mind raced wild with thoughts of the man taking her against her will and blocking any kind of escape from the room.
She winced at her own thoughts and decided that if the man were to come any closer than arm's length, she would need to use her own abilities to flee. Having come from a family that profits solely on the performing arts of Taekwondo, putting on a show and kicking ass are her two most valuable assets.
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Let's do this.