I woke up feeling like hell.

My head was painfully pounding, like elephants were hopping around while banging drums and playing the trumpet.

I had no recollection of what happened last night. I can only remember someone trying to kiss me, and then I kicked their balls. Everything after that isn't even a blur, it's completely empty. It honestly feels like nothing happened after the incident.

I have never felt this sensation. This is really strange for me. I'm talking about the pounding headache, the Alzheimer's, and the feeling like someone breathing down my spine. I don't think you're supposed to feel someone's breath during a hangover.

Can it even be considered a hangover when I didn't drink even a drop of alcohol?

I attempted to sit up from my very comfortable bed, but something heavy was draped around my waist, stopping me from doing so. I tried to push it away, but it's hold on me tightened.

My eyes widened in realization as panic began to set in. I tried pushing the arm away and wiggling out, but his grip was tight around my waist. I looked at myself, relieved to see a t-shirt draped over my frame. But it wasn't mine. I glanced around the room, and it looked quite familiar.

My cheeks instantly flushed when it dawned on me.

Stupid Cheeks!

"Dante?!" I shrieked, turning around. There he lays, close beside me in nothing but his boxers, innocently sleeping.

Innocent my ass.

"Dante, get up." I grumbled, attempting yet again to push his arm off.

"Go back to sleep, nerd." He mumbled. I cannot believe this guy. He was sleeping so peacefully, but I was in full on panic mode.

Doesn't he have any shame?!

"Dante, wake up!" I shouted in his ear. One of his eyes popped open, squinting at me.

"What?"

"Why am I in your room wearing your t-shirt? And why can't I remember anything from last night?" I nervously rambled, fidgeting with the hem of the shirt.

"You ask too many questions."

My mouth hung open is shock. This dude is insane! I don't understand why he feel like there's no need to fill me in on last night's events. It seems like sleeping is more important than keeping me sane.

The fact that his arm is still wrapped around my waist, our faces just inches apart did not help. This is the closest I have ever been to any guy, and no I'm not joking.

Well, you guys could tell, but still.

I tried to keep my nerves from showing on my face, but the sheen of sweat on my forehead gave me away. Noah would literally kill me if he found out I slept in a random boy's bedroom.

Oh god, If you're really up there, then help me!

"Um Dante, w-what happened last night?" I stuttered, looking at sleeping Dante, his long lashes brushing his cheek. His perfect pink lips, high cheekbones, and perfect eyebrows gave nothing away. His hair was slightly ruffled, but even in this state he looked effortlessly handsome. I'm pretty sure I looked like a typical damsel in distress with my bird's nest hair and smudged makeup.

Dante opened his eyes, his gaze landing on my panicking figure. His ocean-blue eyes stared into my light hazel ones as he spoke. "Do you really want to know?" He whispered, his voice slightly husky. I nodded my head, not trusting my voice.

Suddenly, he was hovering over me with his hands on either side of my body, effectively caging me. My eyes widened and my mouth flew open at his bold move. His face was close, too close. He was invading my personal bubble, but I didn't have the energy to push him away.

He leaned closer till his soft lips brushed mine. Electricity shot through my body when our lips met for a brief moment. A deep blush covered my face at the contact. My nerves went haywire, the panic mode from before not helping at all.

Oh, Jesus.

What the hell actually happened last night?

"W-what are y-you d-doing?" I managed to speak, placing my hands on his chest and gently pushing.

"Just giving a demonstration of what we did last night." He spoke, his lips centimetres away from mine.

Don't tell me I did something I wasn't supposed to do. Oh God, no.

His nose nuzzled my neck and I bit the inside of my cheek in nervousness. He feathered kisses down my neck and collarbone.

"S-stop."

"Do you really want me to?" He murmured, gazing into my eyes with an unknown emotion. We both knew my answer, but I was too afraid to let him go further. I've saved myself for the future, and I'm not about to let a player use me.

His touch was magical, alighting my body with sparks. I didn't want him to stop, and that scared me. This must be how he got every other girl to sleep with him. That thought suddenly disgusted me.

I felt disgusted, sitting on the bed where he probably slept with hundreds of other girls. I shoved him off the bed.

"Yes, I do mean it! Don't even think of touching me again!" I spoke, almost regretting it. My anger diminished into curiosity when I saw that he wasn't as angry as I thought he'd be. Instead, his eyes were lingering on something. My legs. Or to be more accurate, my completely exposed legs.

During all the drama I didn't notice my t-shirt that rose up, showing my legs. I quickly stretched the t-shirt so it at least covered the top of my thighs.

"Eyes up here Knight!" I snapped as he smirked at me.

"Oh but the view down is so much better." He said as he stood up from the floor and walked closer. He leaned in, and just as I thought he'd kiss me, he whispered in my ear.

"You look gorgeous in red."

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