Tangled In His Sheets Mga Nobela at Kwento

He only drank a little, not enough to make him drunk. As he scratches his painful head in confusion, he pulls off the rest of the covers and his eyes land in shock and horror at the small red stain on the duvet. Tin!

I wake up in bed with Arrick wrapped around me, still fully dressed, on top of the sheets and holding me tight, with his face against my cheek. He’s asleep and I can tell by his messy appearance that he crawled in with me as soon as he walked in the door. He still has his shoes on, and his suitcase is propped against the bedroom door with his jacket laid over the top.

I woke up to the sound of the door opening. Morning light was already coming through the blinds. My wrists were still locked behind my back, shoulders aching from the angle. The glass toy was still buried deep inside me—every time I shifted in my sleep it had pressed against that spot and made me whimper without meaning to. The sheets under me were soaked. His cum from last night had dried sticky on my thighs and between my cheeks. He walked in already dressed in his uniform pants and a plain black t-shirt. No badge this time. Just the belt. He stood at the foot of the bed and looked at the mess I’d made.

The bright morning sun streamed into the room, the warmth pressing against her face, dragging her out of sleep. Valentina groaned softly, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to cling to the last bits of sleep, but it was useless. She was awake. With a sigh, she shifted slightly, only to feel something tug at her. Her legs wouldn’t move properly, and her arms were… stuck? She cracked one eye open and frowned. She was tangled. The sheets were wrapped around her like some kind of twisted cocoon, trapping her legs together and pinning one of her arms beneath her.

“Okay.” He turned around, walking towards his bed and laying down and leaning his back on the bed head, before covering his almost naked body with the white sheets. His torso was filled with tattoos, god how she wanted to admire them, but she know better than to. She walked towards the bed too but sat on the edge. “It is funny is it not, how this morning you shot me and now I am here, worrying about your sleep.” She could have sworn that she saw his lips slightly twist upwards, but she knew better than to believe that.

He tucked me in gently and then disappeared into the bathroom with the stained sheets. It took a while and I tried to wait for him, but I was too exhausted, and it didn’t take long before I slept off…

As she loaded his stuff back into the dresser, she wondered if Andre ever did anything kinky with her underwear when he did their laundry. She snorted and shook her head as she knew the answer to that. She was the freak in this relationship. -=- TJ woke in a strange place, and his head hurt so much. He heard a beeping sound and tried to turn his face toward it, but that was too much effort. Someone came into the room, and he looked at the nurse who was looking back at him. He... recognized her. He was at work? What was he doing in bed? He tried to lift his hand and heard a metallic rattle. He knew that sound. He was cuffed?

The space beside him on the mattress was entirely vacant, yet the pristine silk sheets were a chaotic mess—the dried, telltale crimson stain starkly visible against the white fabric. Liam sat up abruptly, completely ignoring the sharp spike of pain in his skull. His heart suddenly hammered against his ribs as a wave of suffocating panic washed over him. His mind spun frantically, fighting through the lingering fog of high-potency alcohol to reconstruct the fractured, chaotic memories of the previous night.

But then the sound of footsteps fading down the stairs made my heart lurch and for me to pull away from Kade. My eyes go wide. " Crap, I better go to my room before anyone comes to wake me up." I rushed out, turning around only to get tangled in his sheets that had me ending up on the floor in seconds. "Are you okay?!" Kade whispered yelled, peeking at me over the edge of the bed. With a humiliating flush on my cheeks, I wrestle with the sheets to untangle myself while reassuring him I was okay. Kade grins down at me cheekily. "Always knew you'd be tangled in my sheets someday."

I slide out of bed, bare feet silent on the rug, and press my ear to the shared wall. A muffled voice. Low. Harsh. Not English. Then, clear as a lyric, my name. I’m moving before my brain fully signs off on the plan. The hall is dim again, the sconces low. His door isn’t locked. Of course it isn’t. I slip inside. The room is darker than the night before, only a thin line of moonlight cutting across the floor. My eyes adjust slowly. He’s tangled in the sheets again, chest heaving. His hands claw at the fabric like he’s trying to tear free of something. His lips move around words that never quite form. Sweat glistens on his throat, temples, chest.