Life of Eve

My eyes cracked open slowly and I felt great. I could tell before even fully opening my eyes that I felt great. The bed was so comfortable and soft, I could literally get lost in the feel. The thick grey curtains were parted slightly giving way to a tiny sliver of light coming in from the windows at the right side of the room?

That's not right. At all. Wait, grey curtains? I never used grey curtains in my house, my curtains were white and the windows were on the left side.

I immediately jolted up off the bed and realized I was naked.

"Oh my God, what the heck!." was my first and only thought.

I saw my clothes lying by the side and quickly put them on. I was looking around for my phone, I started touching and feeling around the bed for my phone.

I felt something, alright, and it definitely wasn't my phone. It felt veiny and thick. I quickly withdrew my hands and pulled up the duvet to reveal a fully naked man. I shouldn't have but I screamed, causing him to wake up suddenly. He rubbed his eyes before realizing I was there.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you in my house?" He asked immediately.

"I should be asking you the same question, why am I in your house? Why am I naked? How did I get here? Did you kidnap me? Why are you naked? Oh my goodness, you raped me." I pointed an accusing finger at him. He rolled his lazy eyes as he picked his shorts off the side of the bed and wore it. 

"Why would I rape you? We were both drunk at the party and you–"

"I'm calling the police right now!" I yelled, looking around for any phone I could find but there was none. He started stalking towards me and I forgot myself for a moment, losing myself in his silver-eyed gaze. My eyes literally didn't want to be taken off him.

He was very handsome, spotting brown curly hair with blonde highlights. His hair was a mess as he just got out of bed a couple minutes ago. My eyes travelled down to his naked body, trailing from his thick looking chest to his visible abs to his inny belly button to his V-line and ending on the band of his shorts. I dared not look lower.

I immediately caught myself staring too much and I did the first thing that came to my mind; I ran. I ran out of the room. I probably should've ran out of the house but the heavenly smell of breakfast had me running towards it. I saw two guys who looked at me like something out of a horror movie.

"Um....hi?" I gave them my poor attempt at a smile. I heard goldie walking down and I quickly charged towards the guys, picked one of their plates and ran out the door. I heard them calling after me but I kept running. I literally had no idea where I was or where I was running to but I ran.

After a while, I stopped to look behind me and when I was convinced they weren't following me, I sat on a bench and ate the breakfast which consisted of sausages, bacons and eggs. I wasn't even aware of where I was, I just wanted to eat.

After eating, I registered my surroundings and realized I wasn't that far from my place. I looked back and realized it wasn't even that far from my place. I'd been running for only about seven minutes. I sat there to catch my breath and digest the food I'd just ate, remembering what just happened in the process.

Although I didn't exactly remember the whole thing that happened yesterday, I remembered a little bit of it and Goldie (the guy whose house I just ran out of and whose name I didn't know so we're just going to call him that) didn't kidnap or rape me. Infact, we had a one nightstand. I remembered getting in his car willingly but the rest was a blur.

I didn't regret it though. I would've, if he wasn't hot and sexy but he was. I sat there and remembered the way he stared me down, his pretty eyes burning holes all around my body. Honestly, if looks could kill, I'd prefer to die by his.

I could've walked all the way to my apartment; it was just about a fifteen to twenty minutes walk but I didn't. I didn't have any money either so I couldn't hail a taxi. I thought about calling one of my friends to pick me up but I didn't have my phone and I didn't even know their numbers by heart so like always, I did the first thing I thought of.

I stuck out my thumb for the first car I saw. The engine roared to a stop and I came face to face with a friendly looking old man who gave me a warm smile. Most men wanted one thing from a young lady but this one had a different look on his face; I still couldn't trust anyone though.

Trusting someone randomly was how I ended up in a stranger's bed for the first time. I cleared my throat and put on my fake English accent. I stayed in England with my fathers for a while so I have a bit of the accent lying around somewhere.

"Hello there, kind sir, sorry if I might be dischurbing you or anyfing but I seem to have lost my way." I told him, feigning innocence. He nodded in apprehension and gave me a calm smile. Turns out he was also English.

"Not to worry, lassie, where are you off to and how did you even get here?"

"I'm an exchange schudent here, I akchully just landed a couple of hours ago and decided to take a tour. My bags have already been sent to my new apartment but I cont seem to find my way there. If you would be so kind as to help, I would definitely be grateful." I told him.

I gave him the address of the apartment behind mine and waved to him when he dropped me. When I saw that he was far gone, I sighed and walked back to my apartment contentedly.