"Alright, definitely hotter than a toilet." I confessed, still struggling to catch my breath as I stared up at the ceiling, Matty no doubt smiling proudly beside me.
"Am I hotter than your toilet though?" He chuckled, turning to face me.
I turned my head, his gorgeous smile almost sending me into cardiac arrest, and I laughed. "I suppose."
"Oh, come on. I'm definitely hotter than your toilet, you just won't admit it."
"I think we should just stop talking about toilets." I told him, unable to wipe the grin off my face as I looked at him. How the Hell had I ended up here? Again?
We drifted into a peaceful silence then, the only sound that could be heard was our quiet breathing as we laid side by side in yet another hotel room bed.
"What am I doing?" I finally sighed, gaining Matty's attention.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm twenty-two years old, and I'm lying in bed with my one-night stand from two nights ago, who I don't even know." I confessed, disappointment seeping into my body. "I should be in college or some shit, not sleeping with some fucking guy."
"Well first of all, thanks for that, I'm fucking flattered. And second, you don't have to have everything figured out at twenty-two. You're still learning the ropes."
I laughed then. "You did not just reference your own fucking song."
"So what if I did? It's still good advice."
"Alright, well I'm not here for a therapy session, so I should get going." I said, sitting up.
But before I could get up from the bed, I felt his fingers curl around my wrist, pulling me back. "You sure you don't wanna go again? You know, so I can really prove myself."
I turned around, lowering my face to his slightly. "Don't you think twice is enough?"
He shook his head, his hands reaching up to grip my face now as he pulled me towards him. "Not in the slightest."
He lifted up then, forcefully pressing his lips against mine, and I swear I could've died right there.
I'd slept with people before, but there was just something about Matty that was so addicting, so much so that I couldn't help coming back for more.
His presence was intoxicating, and I was already unsure how my life would ever be the same after we inevitably parted ways.
What am I doing? I asked myself again, my mind too hazy to even offer myself an answer.
Right now, I was learning the ropes, it didn't matter if I wasn't getting it completely right.
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this is how it starts || m.h
Fan fikcia"You and me, this is how it starts." In which twenty-two year old Serena unknowingly enters into a world of lust and heartbreak after a particular one night stand...
