I woke up because of the heavy weight pressing down on me. Unbelievable—because of how drunk I was, my dreams had gone wild. “Hays, really,” I muttered. When I looked to see who was on top of me, I suddenly felt nervous. “OMG!!” I whispered, frozen, afraid he might wake up. “A-Apollo,” I said, trying to wake him. “Hmm,” he murmured, eyes still closed. I wanted to punch him—damn, my nightmare was real? “A-Apollo,” I called again, shaking him. Slowly, he opened his eyes and gave me a wide smile. “Good morning, sweetie,” he said. Was this real? Was I not dreaming? I pinched my cheek. “It’s not a dream, it’s real. You didn’t tell me you’re wild in bed,” he teased. I blushed at his words, embarrassed beyond belief. I couldn’t remember anything from last night because of how drunk I was. “Are you okay? Do you feel pain down there?” he asked, moving off me. “Kind of,” I admitted, unable to look him in the eye. Aish!! Did I really go for round two? Seriously?!
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