The first thing I noticed was my head was thumping and there was an arm wrapped around my waist. My eyes suddenly snapped open, there was an arm around my waist! I squinted my eyes from how bright the sun was, shining through the windows. I slowly turned on the large comfortable bed, trying not to wake the man beside me. I felt my eyes widen, it was Gregor from last night..., and he was very naked. The blanket was low on his hips, showing of the V shape leading to his manhood, his chest was on show, showing off remarkable muscles and tattoos that decorated his arms.

He looked so peaceful when he slept.

There was no denying, I found him attractive from the moment I set my eyes on him. He seemed mysterious..., and dangerous. I can't remember much from last night, just flashes.., his head between my legs, us having sex..., and also a mind blowing orgasm. He was probably as drunk as me, which meant when he woke up..., he would remember the mistake he made in bedding me. I slowly slipped from his bed, his arm gently hitting the mattress. He groaned, shuffling slightly before turning on his side.

I took in his room.

It was huge, his bed was pushed up on the bed, between two large windows, which had the curtains pulled back. He had a chest of drawers next to the door and a wardrobe beside his chest of drawers. Clothes were scattered around the floor, mainly mine that I wore last night, and his own. I inhaled a deep breath before quickly pulling my clothes on. I noticed a pad of paper on his bedside table, with a pen. I bit my bottom lip.

I shouldn't.

But I couldn't help it, I quickly scribbled a note, not sure whether he would reply or not. But everything is worth a shot.

'Gregor,

I had loads of fun last night, but I'm alright if you would rather forget it!

If you want to contact me, you can find me on facebook under Clara Baratheon.., or you could probably find my mobile.., you are a detective after all! :)

Have a good sleep,

Clara Baratheon

x'

I eyed the note before nodding in approval.

I quickly vacated the room, slowly shutting the door behind me, so it didn't slam. I sneaked down the stairs, managing to not make one creak. Thankfully he had left his front door keys in the door, which gave me access to unlock it and make my escape.

Which I did.

Thankfully the snow had melted and the sun was blaring down, but it was still freezing cold, causing me to pull my jacket tighter around my body. It was still early, which meant the streets were empty, and I could head home and have a shower. In the distance, I could hear a front door open, before closing, I hurried forward, keeping my eyes fixed in front of me, I just wanted to go home and have a nice warm shower.., or a bath.

"Clara?" A male voice suddenly asked from a front garden, causing my eyes to widen as I recognized the voice. I quickly turned, to find Sandor Clegane watching me, with a curious look on his face. His hair was messy and hanging beside his face, he wore grey sweat pants, with a loose white top.., he also had slippers on his feet. "Morning Sandor!" I said politely, shooting him a soft smile.

"I didn't know you lived on this street," he told me, causing me to blush slightly. "Er.., I don't" I admitted, causing him to frown.

"Then why would you be on this stre..," he suddenly broke of, his eyes widening with realization.

"Oh well, it's nice to see you. Need a lift home?" He asked, gesturing his car, which was parked in his drive. I softly shook my head, "no thanks Sandor, the fresh air will do me good." I told him, causing him to laugh in agreement.

"It should do, well, I'll see you later!" He said politely before heading back into his small house, shutting the door behind him.

I let my breath slowly exhale, before I carried on making my way home.