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I blinked my eyes open, looking around the darkened room unsurely. I’d thought I died… And that boy that I had seen before… I couldn’t completely remember what he looked like, but for some reason, I had that feeling of never being able to truly forget him.

Where the **** am I?

A sigh came from the other side of the room. My gaze shot up to find the boy from the beach running a hand through his hair. He muttered something about his hut, but it sounded more like a question.

Feeling an itch, I reached to scratch my stomach. I then realized that my attire consisted of a ripped-open t-shirt so useless, it showed my entire bra. Even the bra had a couple of tears in it.

I moved back on the bed, re-adjusting myself so that he couldn’t see as much of my bare body.

“No- Oh, god, no! I’m not going to… do anything to you,” said the boy, putting his hands out. A blush rose to my cheeks. I wasn’t about to correct him of my worries.

“You- you washed up on the beach, and, well, I guess you hit your head or something, because you were bleeding… Oh, god, you were bleeding.” I stole a glance at the pillow on the bed. Sure enough, there was a huge red stain. “And then you passed out. You’ve been out for days, and I wasn’t sure if you were going to be okay or if-” he paused. “Hi, I’m Roman.”

A laugh bubbled up, which I barely suppressed with a grin. “Nice to meet you,” I whispered. “I’m Summer.”

He sighed, taking a hesitant step closer. Then another. And another. And that’s when I realized the reason I’d never be able to forget him- he was the hottest **** man I’d ever seen.


Fuuuuccckkkkkk, was the only thing echoing through my head. I was staring at him like a mindless idiot as he sped up his steps, perching himself on the opposite side of bed, as far away from me as he could get.

I bet I look really hot right now, I thought, biting my lip. Blood matted my hair, I had crud in my eyes, I wasn’t wearing any clothes, and I was completely dumbfounded by this gorgeous guy in front of me.

“So, we are at the Village, right?” He nodded, surprise flashing in his eyes.

“Uhh… Do you have any…clothes I could borrow?” I squeaked, eager to get off the subject. I pulled the bed sheets up to my neck.

He nodded. “Yeah. Sorry. I didn’t think you’d react very well if you woke up in different clothes.” I nodded curtly. “And you probably wouldn’t want me taking off your clothes for you, anyway.”

I bit my lip, unsure what to say to that. On the contrary, I would love for you to take all of my clothes off. The scars I wore, however, refused to allow me close to anyone at all.

“Right… Yeah… So… Clothes.” He began rummaging through a dresser on the other side of the room. Finally, he set a pile of neatly-folded clothes onto the bed, nodding at me. “I’ll wait right outside the door.”

I nodded. “Alright. Thank you,” I muttered, pulling the clothes to my chest as the door closed. I undressed quickly, refusing to meet my own eyes in the mirror across the room. I pulled on the oversized t-shirt and jean shorts that definitely did not belong to that guy-Roman. I mean, the shorts were a little big for me around the waist, but there was no way in **** any guy was fitting into shorts this short.

Hot thing like that… I bet he already has a girlfriend. The thought saddened me, which scared the living **** out of me. I’d just met him. All I knew was that that he saved me life, was being super nice to me, and was extremely sexy.

Is that enough to base a relationship on?

Yeah, probably. But here I am, second-guessing myself, as usual. I bit my lip. I hadn’t second-guessed myself when I jumped off that ********* ship.

I shook my head, a sigh escaping my lips. I ran my fingers through my hair before deciding that there was absolutely no way I was going to get my dark hair, however straight it may be, to cooperate with me.

I pushed open the door and was immediately greeted by Roman. “Whose pants are these?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

His face fell. “Uh… My… friend.”

I raised my eyebrows, deciding not to press the subject. Looking around the small house, I came to a realization. “Is… Was I in the only bedroom?”

Roman nodded. “Yeah…” He obviously did not understand how that was a problem.

“Where did you sleep? You said I was out for days.”

“Summer, I didn’t… I didn’t sleep with you in the bed, if that’s what you’re asking. I just took the couch for a while.” I huffed. He just had to go and take the ********* couch and be all sweet. I mean, what is with this guy!

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