I'd finally gotten the last taste of vomit out of my mouth and peeked back into the bedroom. There was a man in the bed with me. From the he looked it was real easy to get me up here in my intoxicated state. The man was beautiful. He was pale, lean, and SOFTLY snoring. I DIDN'T KNOW THAT WAS EVEN POSSIBLE FOR MEN!!!
Anyway, I knew I should have just took the cash in his wallet and left but something pulled me to his side. I sat on the bed and ran my fingers through his soft black hair… until I saw it.
On my left hand! HOW HAD I MISSED IT?! WHO THE FUCK PUT IT THERE?! IT COULD NOT HAVE BEEN THIS GUY WHO I DIDN'T KNOW FROM A HILL OF BEANS!!!
Suddenly, like a fucking comic strip the whole drunken night returned with a vengeance and I had to go let loose what little I had left in my stomach in the bathroom. "No. No. No. No! NO. NO. NO. NO! NO!" I began screaming and sobbing. The stupid thing refused to come off.
It wasn't until after I'd hurt myself, slamming my back against the counter that arms wrapped around me. So, naturally, I slammed their back into the counter and ran out of the bathroom. The bed was vacant so I hid under the covers (childish, yes, did it seem like a good idea… also yes) and prayed that I could hide from the person beyond the sheets.
I guess my prayers went unanswered because after a few minutes of silence, the bed dipped beside me and whoever it was tried to pull the covers (by tried I mean successfully).
My eyes met black ones, cold ones that made the room feel about ten degrees colder. He ran his hands down his face and sighed. "I'll be back with breakfast. Stay here." He pulled clothes on silently and began leaving.
"Can I come with you?" I asked. I had a lot of questions.
"No. Stay here. I will be be back soon." He had an English accent. It was delightful-
NO, you cannot think this guy is hot right now! I scolded myself. I simply nodded to him and took a quick shower. The water beat across my skin almost as hard as I was beating myself up for what had happened. It was like I had no control the night before. My only thought was him and he was the end all to be all. Surely this had to be some mistake or it was a nightmare! I DID NOT DO THIS! OTHER DUMB GIRLS DID THIS! I WAS NOT SOME CLICHE BIMBO-
"Breakfast is out there whenever you are done trying to break the tiling." He called from the other side of the door.
"Don't get smart with me you English muffin." I growled under my breath. Nonetheless, I got out of the shower only to realise that the only clothes I had in that room were out in the bedroom. I sighed and wrapped a towel around myself. When I finally come out with only a towel wrapped around me, he arched an eyebrow but said nothing.
I snorted. "'S nothin you ain't seen before." I plopped onto the bed and began to eat off the tray he had brought back. "What's your name?"
"Severus Tobias Snape."
"Mrs. Severus Tobias Snape." He said as he ran a stressed hand through his hair and nodded to the ridiculous sized rock that now sat on my finger.