"You'got a sh- shower?"

Slash is definitely pretty drunk as he is taking off his boots.

We're in my room.

"It's down the hall"

I point my thumb over my shoulder.

"Thanks... towel?"

I throw him one without looking in his direction.

He is still shirtless and it's starting to get distracting.

He tosses the red towel over his shoulder and walks out.

In the time that he's gone I quickly change into my regular sleepwear which consists of a tanktop and underwear.

After a quick reconsideration I pull some pajamashorts on as well.

I don't really know what else to do with myself so I turn off the lights, except my nightlight and lay down in bed.

Fairly quickly I can hear him walking back through the hallway.

He walks into my now dimly lit room and closes the door behind him.

I feel blood rushing to my cheeks as I notice he only has the towel around his waist and his whole body is glistening from the shower.

I'm thankful my room is mostly dark so he probably won't notice my blushing.

"You got a nice shower"

He sounds a bit more sober than before.

"Yeah we got lucky"

I nod.

"I'm gonna..."

Slash grabs the loose end of the towel.

I quickly face away and hear the fabric drop.

A minute later he climbs next to me in bed, dried off and wearing boxers.

He puts his arm behind his head and looks around.

"You got cool posters"

"Thanks, it's mostly from school"

"Architecture, right?"

"Yeah"

"I like the rock n' roll ones better. No offense"

I laugh and turn on my side, towards him

"Yeah I like them better too".

"Heard The Stones from your room earlier, you got nice taste"

"Thank you, I like the way Keith Richards plays"

Slash raises his dark eyebrows

"No way, he's actually one of my biggest inspirations".

"You play?"

I ask.

He chuckles and looks at me

"Yeah... didn't Duff or Izz tell you about our band?"

"No?"

Slash shakes his head in disbelief

"Well, I'm the guitarist, so".

Damn. I can't help but stare at him now.

He's looking at my posters smiling a bit to himself. His hair is wildly spread on the pillow and his bicep is flexed from having his arm up.

"Stop looking, weirdo"

He sounds amused but I am immediately embarrassed.

I didn't know he had noticed it.

"Sorry. Fuck. I wasn't-"

"Don't worry about it"

I bite my lip in silence until he asks

"You don't mind that I'm sleeping here tonight, right?".

I get confused.

"I mean, no. Why do you ask?"

"Well,"

Slash turns towards me now.

"Like I'm just gonna say it, Sylvienne-"

"Syl"

I interrupt.

He smiles

"I'm just gonna say it, Syl. But I find you...really fuckin attractive".

Holy shit. My eyes widen and I'm so overwhelmed that I panic and hide my face in my pillow.

Slash casually continues as if nothing happened

"Especially when you walked by in that towel...And like, I've been trying to feel you out. See what kinda girl you are. Like, if you just want me to shut up and go to sleep, I can do that"

He gently pulls the pillow a bit from my face

"But I just had to say something, yknow".

I look at him. He's waiting for me to answer.