The Nanny [Jimmy Fallon]

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I woke up full of regret, my head pounding to its own rhythm as I struggled to open my eyes. The first thing I realised was how bright it was - I must have forgotten to close the blinds. The next thing I realised was that Dave Franco was lay next to me, asleep, shirtless. I brought the sheets up to my chin to hide my own bare chest.

I turned to look at him, flashbacks running through my mind as I stared at his face. His hands moving up my dress, soft fingertips sending shivers across my entire body. His lips on my neck, gently teasing before tugging hard on the skin above my collarbone, leaving a dark mark on my pale skin. His body on mine, the pair of us tangled up in the bedsheets as his lips traced nearly every part of my body. We had stopped it before it had gotten too far, coming to our senses eventually, but every memory prior to that was playing on repeat in my mind.

I couldn't believe I had been so stupid. Dave was engaged, and although I didn't owe Jimmy anything, I felt guilty. I felt like I had cheated, although I knew that wasn't the case. But the worst thing was how badly I had wanted it. My mind had told me to stop it, but my body was begging me to continue. Somehow, and reluctantly, I'd listened to my head.

A low sun was shining through the window, beams on the floor acting as my pathway as I approached it. I looked out the city beneath me, a strange feeling washing over me. This week had been bizarre - I had fallen for Jimmy again, had my first TV interview, been hurt by Jimmy multiple times, had my first real movie premiere, and ended up in bed with my engaged co-worker. You couldn't write this stuff.

"Morning," I heard a raspy voice from behind me, and I was suddenly aware that I was very much naked. 

"Fuck, Dave!" I quickly grabbed a t-shirt from the floor and pulled it over my head, realising afterwards that it held the scent of Dave's favourite aftershave. I couldn't help but inhale his scent as I hugged the t-shirt into me, wanting to keep my modesty.

When I looked at him, he was sat up in bed with a slight frown on his face, looking right at me. I went to sit by him, unsure what to say or what to do. Where do we go from here? It's not like we could just walk away from each other - we were supposed to be doing press, parties and premieres together for at least the next week. 

It was him who eventually spoke, breaking the awkward silence. "Izzie... should we... are we..." he hesitated, looking down at his entwined hands. "Are we going to talk about last night?"

"Do we have to?" I shrugged, refusing to meet his eyes. "We made a mistake. Can we leave it like that?"

"I'm lying naked in your bed," he replied simply, and I couldn't help but to meet his gaze, my heart fluttering the instant I did. "I... I didn't want to stop, Izzie. I know you didn't either. I get why we did, but Iz... there was nothing I wanted more."

Iz. It sounded stupid, as it was just a little nickname, but it felt so weird when anyone else called me that aside from Jimmy. I felt something in me retract - away from Dave, and back towards Jimmy. The man who had let me down, who I kept on holding onto.

"I didn't either," I admitted, looking back down at my bare legs, trying to pull Dave's shirt over them. "But I'm glad we stopped. I'm glad it didn't go any further than it did."

"Hmmm," he hummed, his hand finding it's way to my thigh, moving the material of his shirt up a little. "I don't know. I still feel the same way."

I looked at his hand for a second, enjoying the feeling of his skin against mine, my heart starting to race. All of a sudden his fingertips were on my chin, demanding our gazes meet, my heart thumping even faster as I looked into his eyes. The temptation was so strong, almost overtaking all my senses as he started to lean in towards me...