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oh God, and being pressed up against them… and liking it! Oh God… I remember his back being quite similar, though I can’t recall his legs, so maybe we didn’t get as far as to remove pants.
    I look down at his bottom half, but he’s covered up with the bed linens, though I can definitely see the definition of his legs, so he is certainly not wearing pants. I sigh, internally. I need to check for underwear. I really don’t want to have to focus on that area, searching for an outline of Sebastian Love’s cock and balls, but if I want to have any idea of what happened last night without waking and asking him – I’m going to have to inspect.
    It occurs to me later than is really comfortable to admit, that I could just take a peek at my own body to check if I’m wearing anything - but when I do and see that I am as naked as the day I was born, I begin to panic a little and try desperately to see that outline. Is he naked, for God’s sake? Shit, what have I done? Did I have sex with this guy? He’s seen me naked! Naked! Sebastian Love! This is bad. This is so bad. He… ugh, he’s… ugh!
    I hold the sheets up against my chest and press my fingers to my lips. My God, what do I do? This is so unlike me… so unprofessional… that bastard got me drunk again! Holy shit, what do I do?
    “Hey, Lexie… what’s new?” His voice is deep, sleepy and… and just wrong. I need him to get the fuck out of my bed. I stare at him, unable to speak.
    “Ah. I see this is new to you, huh? You don’t remember last night? Or you do and you’re freaking out about it anyway?” I continue to stare, silently, my face showing no expression whatsoever. Or so I thought. “Come on, Lexie… don’t look at me like that, I’m not your enemy here. Last night was… well, it was…”
    “Stop right there!” I blurt, holding my hand in front of his face. “Don’t talk to me about last night.”
    “What? Why not? What happened to my Lexie from a few hours ago?”
    “ Your Lexie? Let’s get one thing straight here, Sebastian, I am nobody’s ‘ Lexie’ , least of all yours. You clearly got me inebriated last night and managed somehow to weaken me into this… this! ” I shout, pointing at my naked self under the sheet, shaking my head and dropping my face into my hand.
    “Hey, hey, hey,” he says, amused, “let’s be clear – I didn’t get you drunk last night at all. You managed to get there all by yourself, and as for weakening you into ‘this’, as lovely as ‘this’ actually is to me – I recall that it was, in fact, you that wanted to get… ‘this’.”
    “That’s preposterous.” I run my fingers through my untamed hair, attempting to improve my current appearance and show some sophistication if at all possible.
    “Well, sweet cheeks, as preposterous as you want to think it is – it’s the truth. I’m disappointed to find you so hostile this morning, last night was incredible and at the time – you seemed to think so, too. I hoped we could accompany each other to breakfast and maybe enjoy a day together.”
    “Oh for heaven’s sake, Sebastian, do be quiet, and while you’re at it – get real.”
    He smiles slightly which enrages me, before nodding in defeat. “Okay, Lexie, whatever you say, baby.”
    “And do you think you could stop calling me Lexie? To you – I’m Alexia. Not Lexie, or baby, or sweet cheeks.”
    “Ma’am.” He says with a curt nod before tossing the sheets back to reveal his lower body, totally to my surprise, before climbing out of my bed and walking across the room to the bathroom, completely naked. Ah shit, we had sex.
    I try, and when I say try, I mean I really, really try not to look, but my darn eyes just won’t divert. His back is covered in tattoos, just as I remembered, and his butt is impressively toned and unexpectedly clear of art. His muscular legs do have tattoos, not totally covering them, but there are a good few. I don’t think I would ever expect any