Lost In Paradise

|Chapter III • Drunk Mess, Funny Mess|

The morning after I woke up with a bloody headache, it felt as if I had been hit by a train. I peeked an eye open, trying to recognize the place and after a few seconds, I realised it was Daniel's room. Why do I always end up in his room?

I propped myself on my elbows and took a deep breath, trying to ignore my pounding head and sit properly, still not wanting to fully open my eyes. I opened my arms stretching them out, and my hand touched something that was on the bed next to me. I let my hand wander the unknown thing beside me, trying to guess what it was and that's when I realised.

I was wandering and squeezing someone's bum. Whose bum was that?

My eyes blasted open as I turned my head to the side faster than the light to see who lied next to me, and my jaw dropped in surprise. His naked muscular back was turned to me as he was still asleep.

"Holy fuck..." I whispered to myself as my head fell back on the pillow, a low sigh escaped my lips as I turned to my right side, facing his back again. I was beyond frustrated with myself, I didn't even remember getting to Dan's house with them, more less sleeping with him. I was frustrated and mad because I had promised myself I wouldn't let anyone use me again, and I failed to keep that promise.

"Are you done checking me out?" He yawned while turning around, his fingers slowly ran through his raven hair, making it even messier. "How did you like my arse?" He asked in a raspy voice, kinda attractive.

If he spoke to me like that last night, I already know what made me sleep with him.

He propped on his elbow, mimicking my position, as he rubbed his icy blue-sleepy eyes, before they slowly drifted from my own eyes to my chest. I looked down and realized I was exposed from above my hips, and quickly pulled up the sheets covering my half naked body, hoping he hasn't seen any scars. A subtle smirk tugged on the corner of his lips as he slowly brushed the back of his neck.

"I-It was good, t-thanks." I said shyly as I fidget with the blue sheets. His smirk disappeared as his expression changed, his brows knitted together in confusion.

Did I say something wrong? I didn't remember if we had a good time or not, but wasn't it polite to thank him after we did it?

"I'm talking about last night... When we had s-"

A short chuckle escaped his lips as his head fell back onto the pillow, "No, Amelia, we didn't do it."

This time my expression went from highly embarrassed to confused within seconds. What did he mean by we didn't do it? I woke up wearing a bra and a pair of male shorts, with a guy laying next to me, and he wanted me to believe that we didn't do anything sexual? What the hell had happened then?

"What's the last thing you remember from last night?" He asked while facing me, a hint of worry flashed on his eyes. He must have noticed my confused expression.

I thought about his question for a while and as much as I wanted to give a convict answer, I couldn't. I couldn't because I was unsure of most of last night's events. I was unsure, but I didn't want him to know that. Not because he was someone important in my life, but because I already had enough on my plate and I didn't need his judgment added on top of it all.

What's the last thing you remember from last night?

I did my best to try and focus on that question, and after a few seconds, a few things started to come back. Things that didn't make much sense, but a few things. I remembered having a conversation with Markus before seeing Dyron. I remembered leaving the bathroom with him and going to the bar to get more shots, then being on the dance floor with people I haven't seen before, and back to the bar multiple times. I couldn't remember anything else after that, my mind was blank. I've had blackouts before and some times it didn't end up good, so I just hoped nothing stupid was done this time.