It had been an hour since I last saw Clara.., which was a strange encounter. Especially with the fact, I'm 99% sure she had sex with my older brother.., which is an image I don't want in my head. I shook my head, before sipping the cup of coffee I had in my hand. I had gotten dressed around about half an hour ago, wearing slim-fitted jeans and a blue buttoned up shirt, the sleeves once again rolled up to my elbows.

I had tried ringing Gregor, but it went straight to voicemail, telling me he was still fast asleep and his phone was turned off. I've been trying to convince myself that I didn't need to go over to his house.., I didn't need him to brag about the sex he had.., not that I'm jealous that the big bastard got laid. If i'm being honest I've been thinking of Sansa non-stop, the beautiful red head from last night. We had swapped numbers, and she didn't live to far from me, just around the corner which was nice.

Suddenly my phone vibrated, alerting me that I had a text message.

'Morning, have you heard from Clara? I haven't heard from her since last night. Sansa x'

I couldn't stop the small snort escape my lips, a smirk gracing my lips.

'She's alright, I saw her earlier.., heading back from Gregor's.., I think she stayed the night x'

'The dirty stop out :P I will have to get details later on when were in work, I'll speak to you later x'

'Agreed! LOL, I'll speak to you later then x'

I quickly locked my phone, before shoving it back into my pocket.

I had made up my mind.

I was going to see my older brother.

The front door was already open, which showed me that Clara must of unlocked it when she left. Closing the door behind me, there was no movement in the house, the television was turned off and his jacket was thrown on the floor, next to his motorcycle boots. A smirk graced my lips, the frisky bastard! I slowly kicked of my sneakers, hanging my coat on the banister before I slowly made my way up the stairs, trying to be as quiet as I can as a 6'6ft man could be. His bedroom door was shut, which caused me to shake my head.

He was still fast asleep.

I slowly pushed open the bedroom door, the room was bright, which meant he must of left the curtains open last night. His clothes were still scattered across the room, I turned to Gregor who was still fast asleep in his bed. He was on the right side of the bed, his right arm hanging of the side. The blanket was twisted around his hips, thankfully covering his manhood. His face was peaceful, which showed it must of been the best night sleep he had in a while, a soft snore escaped his lips.

I slowly made my way towards him, watching him sleep peacefully for a long moment before I inhaled a deep breath.

"GREGOR!" I suddenly shouted, causing him to jump before he shot up in a sitting position, instantly groaning loudly before he grabbed his head in his hands, shaking his head. "What the hell Sandor?" He growled, rubbing his eyes before he slowly looked towards me, a frown on his face.

"Good night?" I asked him, fighting the cocky smirk of my face as he glared at me. I saw him frown even more, as if he was trying to remember. Then I saw it, his eyes widen in realization, "oh shit," he mumbled before quickly pushing himself of the bed, groaning as he did so. "I got a banging headache," he grumbled before pulling on a pair of clean boxers, rubbing his forehead as he turned towards me.

"So, got Clara's number?" I asked, causing him to frown at me. "What.., wait, how the fuck do you know I had sex with Clara?" He asked me, causing me to smirk at him. "Well, sweet brother, that will be one of life's greatest mysteries." I teased, causing him to growl before sitting on the end of his bed, shaking his head. "I'm joking, I saw her this morning," I informed him causing him to smile slightly at me.

"What do you think of her?" I asked, leaning against the doorway, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Well, she's lovely, fine looking too," He told me, causing me to think of Sansa. She was beautiful and had a wonderful personality.., well from what I saw of her.

"What about the red head?" He suddenly asked, causing me to look at him in shock.., he remembered Sansa?

"You mean Sansa? " I paused for a moment, before thinking of her once again.

"We swapped numbers," I informed him, causing him to smirk at me. I glanced around his room, before my eyes fell upon his bedside table, frowning at a piece of folded paper, the blue pen placed on top of it, holding it in place.

"What's that?" I asked, nodding towards the folded piece of paper on the bedside table. Gregor frowned before turning to the paper. "Probably some note I made, it's probably junk." He said softly, before making his way to the paper, picking it up in his hand. He screwed it into a ball, before throwing it into his bin, without reading it.

"Anyway, haven't you got work?" I suddenly asked Gregor, causing him to look at his alarm clock.

"Fuck!" He shouted before scrambling for the bathroom, my laughter following him down the hallway.