Something’s not right. Last night is all a blur, I don’t know how the hell I ended up here, and I sure as hell know I need to get out of here. My entire body felt like shit and it’s hard for me to wake up.
Then again, based on the way things are, do I really want to wake up? If I do, then that means that all of this stuff was real. More importantly, how am I going to explain all of this to my boyfriend?
He’s won’t like this.
I didn’t get a response. He was probably still in a deep sleep, considering the fact that I could yell right in his ear and he still wouldn’t wake up.
My stomach sank as everything started clicking in my mind like a puzzle. I had to lean over and keep my head in my hands to try and think.
“Thank you for last night. I had a lot of fun with you.”
In a weird way, I can see myself acting like the same kind of character like the one I play in my video games. I always tend to go for the one that looks over everybody, making sure they’re all okay and wanting to keep them in tip-top condition.
And in my actual life, I’m always doing my best to try and keep my girl happy and healthy. But just like in video games, I won’t always be given an easy task to complete. But, with a big of creativity and technique, I can do just about anything.
And tonight, it involves feeling “frisky.”
From the loudness of her voice and the constant use of the word “Fuck,” I can’t help but assume work was more than stressful today.
I give her a warm smile. I know she didn’t mean to say that to me, “It’s alright, baby.” I plant a quick kiss on her heated cheek to accept her apology.