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My eyelids are shut but it's still super bright.

Morning already?

The sun sure has guts, waking me up at the butt crack of dawn.

I feel like I haven't slept at all, my head is pounding and all this light is not helping!

What's the use of a lid for your eyes if it can't do its fracking job.

It feels like I was at a soccer match last night, only my head was the soccer ball.

Jeez!

Why didn't I meet the soccer team then?

It would have been better.

It's been a while since I last slept peacefully.

Well...if you count not being able to remember your dream, then it's safe to assume that it was a good dream.

I don't sleep very well, usually I wake up in a cold sweat with my heart pounding in my ears.

Wonder why this didn't happen tonight.

My head hurts too much for me to even want to think.

Lemme just hop out of bed and look for some pain medication.

I open my eyes slowly to see why it's so bright.

I'm facing a window that touches the ceiling, no wonder it's so bright.

They don't have curtains.

Oh, it's one of those freaky nightmares.

The curtains open automatically, they have weird shutters that close at sundown and open at dawn.

I am not a morning person and I need to eat.

Now, I just need to roll over.

I try to move but something's not letting me.

My shoulder feels kinda heavy and my waist is constricted, like I have abs or something.

Wait...

Did I get abs over night?

Nah, I already have them.

I've had them for many years and they're not tight at all.

A

Big

Stomach

Okay my legs are pretty sore so maybe that's why I can't move, besides my head hurts, all movement is restricting.

Let's try this again, heeve!

Ho!

I'm pulled back again, this time I hear a deep groan.

Oh ma gosh.

What was that.

Is there a bear in my room?

Wait, the last time I checked, my room does not have automatic windows.

This is freaking me out.

Third time's the charm right?

I stick my leg forward but the grip around my waist tightens.

Holy potato chips!

It's somebody's arms wrapped around my waist.

If the windows aren't mine...

And the arms are human...

I don't have a six pack

My head hurts like hell...

Then, I must be hung over.

From what?

I was at home all night-

Waaiit...I wasn't home, Ryan took me out for dinner at a fancy Italian restaurant.

I ate everything I could, then we drove home.

Then we played at the beach...

Oh, we kissed right under the moonlight then made out by the docks then I passed out.

Well, how did I get into bed?

I guess Ryan carried me all the way.

Awwww...that's so sweet but still doesn't explain who's in my bed.

I turn my head slowly looking over my shoulder.

Ryan's sleeping face, his chin is resting on my shoulder and his eyes are closed.

He's so cute with his face all squished up like that.

He looks so peaceful sleeping so soundly, oddly, his hair is still perfect.

Mine?

Let's worry about the mirror shattering into a thousand pieces later.

It's so warm and comfortable in his arms so I snuggle in closer.

I don't want to let go.

We're pretty much an item now.

Dude!

You're in bed with the same guy who you told yourself you hated, the same guy who captured you!

Shut up brain!

Oh, you shut up!

You know that electricity you keep feeling?

Yeah, what does it have to do with anything-

It's the common sense leaving your body you bozo!

Yah know what brain.

You're right.

Duh.

I was drunk last night.

What am I doing?

He doesn't like me, neither do I.

He's taking advantage of us Lena.

Yeah Angel.

Meet the voice in my head, maybe you've met her before.

I named her Angel.

She comes out when I'm not making sense.

She's my logic side, murderous side, psychopathic side, etcetera.

I love her.

Keeps me sane.

It's amusing how I argue with myself.

I try to remove his arms slowly, it seems to be working, his grip is lessening.

I'm almost ready to get out of here.

I need some space to think about my choices, some space away from him.

"I will sit on you if I have to."

He's awake?

WTF?

Sit on me?

Hell no.

"Stop struggling or I'll start singing." He mumbles tightening his hold around my waist.

"I wouldn't mind it." I say matter of factly not ready to give up.

His voice is rather angelic, he does not need to know that.

"Alright then, I'll stop giving you pancakes."

My heart stops and sweat starts building up, my breathing shortening.

"W..Wh..wha?" I stutter barely getting the words out.

"You heard me."

Okay, that's not fair.

It's enough leverage for me to snitch on the government.

No pancakes means not love.

Means hunger worldwide.

"Ryan, let's not go crazy here. We can negotiate something."

He turns me around suddenly.

His green eyes piercing into mine.

"What?" He asks smiling.

I mirror his smile.

I hate when he does that, makes my heart beat faster, heat is rising to my cheeks slowly.

"I don't know yet! I didn't think that far."

I say huffing.

"Lena, I just want to hold onto you a little longer, is that too much to ask."

I try hiding my face in his broad, muscly chest, I could be blushing furiously right now.

That was ridiculously smooth.

On que my stomach does something unforgivable.

It speaks.

The damn thing has vocal chords.

I groan trying to make it shut up.

Why ruin such a beautiful moment.

"Why didn't you say so?"

"Huh?" I ask.

He lets go quickly, soon I'm lying face down in an empty bed, his side still warm.

He's looking excited to head out stuffing something into his jean pocket.

Where's he going?

"Are you coming?" He asks looking in the other direction, his back muscles flexing through his white shirt.

Does he have to wear a shirt though?

What's the point in it if his muscles are visible?

Shh, he'll think you're a creep.

What'd he say again?

"Where are we going?"

He walks out quickly yelling, "to make you breakfast!"

He's already down the hallway, how's he able to walk that fast?

I roll off the bed slowly somehow not falling onto the floor.

I make it slowly onto my own two feet, my head feeling fuzzy and dizzy but soon I attain my balance and try my best to get to the kitchen.

He's making breakfast?

Right...

pray for me, if I die from food poisoning

It's on you...