maybe the need to play show-and-tell had been mine. Megs’s borrowed dress from the previous night was strewn carelessly on the floor beside me but I was still wearing my bra and panties. That had to be a good sign, didn’t it? The bile in my stomach churned as I slowly turned my head to survey the other side of my bed, praying with everything I had it would be empty. Rumpled sheets and a pillow were my only bedfellows. I slowly breathed out a sigh of relief. Whatever I did last night could be forgiven, as long as I didn’t continue those mistakes in the morning. I could chalk it up to an unfortunate evening resulting from questionable judgment and move on.
“Good morning,” a husky voice greeted me, my previously forgiven sins now flashing before my eyes. “I was hoping you would wake up soon.”
Standing before me was Dan Evans, still wet from a shower with one of my towels wrapped around his hips, barely affording his modesty. Seriously, I had bigger towels; did he choose the tiniest one? Ashlyn, you are worried that he chose the tiniest towel? Seriously? Dan Freaking Evans is in your bedroom, has been in your shower, and…is. In. Your. Bedroom. What the hell? But damn, he looked good. All the exposed ink covered skin glistened as he moved closer to my bed. It made the colors in his tattoos more vibrant, life-like. His chest flexed as he lifted his arm to dry off his hair, thankfully with another towel and not the one wrapped precariously around his lower body. He was lean but incredibly toned, his body resembling a poster you might find in a biology lab. Each muscle clear and defined, it would be so easy to take a marker and start labeling - starting with those lower abdominal muscles no one knows the name of and what most women simply call the V.
“FUCK!” My horror overrode my libido as I realized what must have transpired.
“Now, you’re talking,” remarked a grinning Dan as he sat down on the bed, the mattress compressing under the weight of his body. “You know, for someone so uptight, you sure have a dirty mouth when you’re drunk.”
I raked my hands through my messy morning hair in frustration trying to remember how he got here, surely Dan didn’t just teleport into my bedroom. Half-naked. Wet. “How? What? Where? I said goodbye to you. I remember saying goodbye to you.”
“Yeah, that. That was not cool.” He tossed the towel he was using for his hair onto the floor casually as the smile teased at the edges of his mouth. “Why did you kiss me and then run away?”
“Because…” The reason no longer made sense in my own head. “Because I thought I should loosen the reins a little, make out with some random guy. Megs was on my case about being normal, and you made me angry. I wanted you to stop talking.”
“Way to make me shut up. You showed me.” Dan’s fingers slid up my arm pushing my hair out of the way. I hated to admit that him touching me didn’t feel so terrible. It actually felt nice. Gah! No. I was not willing to allow myself to make the same mistake twice. I shrugged off his hand, determined to fight off any further advances. At some point I needed to get my head in the game, now would be a good time for that. I sat up, hoping my vertical positioning would prompt my smarts to kick in. Unfortunately becoming vertical also highlighted that I was in my underwear. The sheet slipped down to my waist and revealed my bra. Dan’s eyes dipped down and gave me an appreciative smile before I was able to scramble and pull up the sheet to cover myself. Not that it mattered at this point; he’d seen it all last night no doubt. Regardless, the free show was not going to continue today.
“I know I left. Megs and I walked out of the front of the club. I know we did.” I scanned my memory for an anchor - nothing.
“Yeah, you did. That’s where I found you two, at the front of the club, on the floor. I don’t get why girls wear such high heels. I’m all for being sexy but the
“Good morning,” a husky voice greeted me, my previously forgiven sins now flashing before my eyes. “I was hoping you would wake up soon.”
Standing before me was Dan Evans, still wet from a shower with one of my towels wrapped around his hips, barely affording his modesty. Seriously, I had bigger towels; did he choose the tiniest one? Ashlyn, you are worried that he chose the tiniest towel? Seriously? Dan Freaking Evans is in your bedroom, has been in your shower, and…is. In. Your. Bedroom. What the hell? But damn, he looked good. All the exposed ink covered skin glistened as he moved closer to my bed. It made the colors in his tattoos more vibrant, life-like. His chest flexed as he lifted his arm to dry off his hair, thankfully with another towel and not the one wrapped precariously around his lower body. He was lean but incredibly toned, his body resembling a poster you might find in a biology lab. Each muscle clear and defined, it would be so easy to take a marker and start labeling - starting with those lower abdominal muscles no one knows the name of and what most women simply call the V.
“FUCK!” My horror overrode my libido as I realized what must have transpired.
“Now, you’re talking,” remarked a grinning Dan as he sat down on the bed, the mattress compressing under the weight of his body. “You know, for someone so uptight, you sure have a dirty mouth when you’re drunk.”
I raked my hands through my messy morning hair in frustration trying to remember how he got here, surely Dan didn’t just teleport into my bedroom. Half-naked. Wet. “How? What? Where? I said goodbye to you. I remember saying goodbye to you.”
“Yeah, that. That was not cool.” He tossed the towel he was using for his hair onto the floor casually as the smile teased at the edges of his mouth. “Why did you kiss me and then run away?”
“Because…” The reason no longer made sense in my own head. “Because I thought I should loosen the reins a little, make out with some random guy. Megs was on my case about being normal, and you made me angry. I wanted you to stop talking.”
“Way to make me shut up. You showed me.” Dan’s fingers slid up my arm pushing my hair out of the way. I hated to admit that him touching me didn’t feel so terrible. It actually felt nice. Gah! No. I was not willing to allow myself to make the same mistake twice. I shrugged off his hand, determined to fight off any further advances. At some point I needed to get my head in the game, now would be a good time for that. I sat up, hoping my vertical positioning would prompt my smarts to kick in. Unfortunately becoming vertical also highlighted that I was in my underwear. The sheet slipped down to my waist and revealed my bra. Dan’s eyes dipped down and gave me an appreciative smile before I was able to scramble and pull up the sheet to cover myself. Not that it mattered at this point; he’d seen it all last night no doubt. Regardless, the free show was not going to continue today.
“I know I left. Megs and I walked out of the front of the club. I know we did.” I scanned my memory for an anchor - nothing.
“Yeah, you did. That’s where I found you two, at the front of the club, on the floor. I don’t get why girls wear such high heels. I’m all for being sexy but the
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