Novel & Cerita Tangled In His Sheets

My heart beat suspended in panic as I rushed to help him out. “Oh, my goodness, what happened here?!” he winced from pain as I pulled on a side of the sheets. “Oh my, sorry! Sorry…does it hurt? Does it?” he nodded gently to my question. His expression pitiful as slowly, I untangled with from the sheets that had wrapped him up like a sausage roll!

A wave of fury and embarrassment washed over him as he stared at the slightly wrinkled sheets, a little lining where he'd sat earlier. “Just great.”

He handed me a bag of frozen peas, and pressed it carefully against the top of my nose. “God, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he kept muttering, watching my face for any signs of slipping away again. I couldn’t keep my eyes open. My eyelids drooped. No good. He reached out and lightly tapped my cheek. “Hey. Hey. No sleeping yet, alright? You gotta stay awake for me. C’mon.” I opened my eyes a crack and gave a tiny groan of protest. “You’re not dying,” he said, more to reassure himself than her. “You’re just... dramatic.”

He chuckled, seeing the state I was in. Looking at my reflection, I almost laughed out loud. To say I was a wreck was a serious understatement. My hair was a tangled mess, both tits were hanging out of my top, I had red marks on my neck, and my legs and pussy were sticky with our combined juices. As gently as he could, he untangled himself from me, picking me up off the floor. He carried me to the bed and laid me down gently so I could sleep comfortably. My eyes closed, slowly succumbing to my body’s tiredness. I woke up moments later to see him dressing up for work. Work? A frown greased my forehead.

"I was asleep. I didn't know what I was doing." "You were cuddling me, little Raven." "I was cold," I hissed, finally sitting up and yanking the silk sheet to my chest. The red lace was still on. Somehow. I yanked the sheet up anyway and turned to glare at him with all the venom I could muster. He was lying on his back, hands tucked behind his head, watching me with a look that made my blood simmer. His hair was disheveled, his jaw dark with a night's worth of stubble, and his gray eyes were… soft.

The other one squatted again, bringing out a dagger from his pocket, forcefully ripping the down part of my dress. I swallowed, watching him forcefully rip the heavy parts of the dress away. When he was done, I felt relieved, air having access to my legs. He flung the material before walking back to me, grabbing my hair and using it to pull my torso off the ground. I screamed, unable to use my hand to support myself to at least reduce the pain since they were tied together. My head pounded as I squeezed my eyes shut. “Stop!" I screamed, hot tears slipping down my face out of nowhere.

My feet took off in the direction she pointed me, my eyes darting between the room numbers in search of his until i finally found it. Fear gripped every part of me as I found myself leaning towards the window, tears starting to pool in my eyes just as quickly as I got closer. I blink away my tears as I pulled at the racket slightly, my eyes found him lying there with iv tubes connected to his chest and another oxygen tube sticking out of his mouth. Gosh_ this is so fucking real. His jet messy black hair was hidden under a blue hair net that almost matches with the baby blue gown on him. He looked pretty much asleep and wondered if he would hear me if I maybe talk to him.

I was completely naked in bed, covered only by the sheets. My clothes were strewn about and torn apart. Even the newly purchased heels broke. The room was a shambles from the previous night. Now that I look at him closely, I notice he has a small tattoo of an infinity symbol on his hand. "I don't have any clothes to wear," I admitted flatly. He laughed and moved in closer. He suddenly took me in his arms, despite the fact that I was still wrapped in sheets.

Robin might have helped him. Entering the room, she swiftly locked the door, stealing another glance at him. He donned a black shirt with two undone buttons, revealing his chiseled jawline. The veins became visible as he vigorously rubbed the towel against his hands. He was not just an Alpha but a Greek God! His legs were concealed beneath the black quilt, and she observed that the bed cover was not the same as last night. ‘Did he let Robin change the bedsheet?? Didn’t we...’ Her cheeks turned red when she thought that. However, nothing came to her mind except his deep, thrilling voice.

His bed was large and unmade, sheets twisted as if he’d been fighting them in his sleep. He lay on his back, still wearing his hockey jersey, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other resting on his stomach. The white bandage my mom had wrapped around his knuckles stood out against his skin. A damp towel lay on the bed beside him. His chest rose and fell in slow, heavy breaths. I moved closer, heart pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it even unconscious.