What You Do To Me (Unexpected Love)

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Author: Izzy Cullen
around, and I saw that I was in a bed, but not in my hotel room. Oh crap, what did my drunk self-do last night? I look ed at t he nightstand and the clock displayed 8:34. I pull ed the covers off and took a huge sigh of relief that I stil l had a ll my c lothes on from the night before .
                  Even though my head felt like a marching band was playing inside of it, I manage d to get out of bed . I quietly walk ed out of the room and int o the main sitting room. Alex was sleeping on the couch. I quickly grab bed my bag and sandals and left the room. I jump ed on the elevator and head ed to my room.
                  Once inside, I decide d I needed to take a shower so I could feel human again. While in the shower, all I could think about was the night before. Remembering the conversation between Alex and m e, and how he actually seem ed interested in my life, I start ed to really think about it and realize d he probably wasn’t interested in anything I had said . I was sure he was hoping I would shut the hell up and be drunk enough to j ump in bed with him. I still couldn ’t remember how I got into his bed last night.
                  Still feeling hung over and confused with the whole night, I put on my running clothes and head ed for the elevators. There was nothing like a good, hard run to shake a hangover and to clear a clogged head.  Exiting the lobby, I put my ear buds in, h it play on my iPod, turned my Garmin on, and ra n along the river heading tow ard Cobo Hall.  After I surpassed the puke stage of the run, I was finally able to use the time to think. I realized that last night was nothing. Alex proba bly took girls back to his room all the time and I was lucky enough to keep my head and clothes on. I started to run harder, probably trying to outrun the fact that I wished my cl othes hadn’t remained on. I kept thinking about his blue eyes, mouth , and those tattoos. God, how much I wanted that mouth on me.
                  After I ran myself into exhaustion , I walk ed back to the entr ance to the hotel lobby. I stood outside and stretch ed. Man, was I going to be sore after that run. I looked at my Garmin and saw that I ran my f astest splits in months. I felt a tap on my shoulders. I turne d around and took out my ear buds , looking right into the blue eyes of Alex.
                  “I said your name a few times, but you must not have heard me. I didn’t want to scare you again.”
                  “Sorry, I was engrossed in the music.”
                  “Why did you leave this morning without saying anything?”
                  I looked at my feet, then at my hands, I finally respond ed , but I still didn’t look at him. “You were asleep and I figured with another show coming up, you needed your sleep.”
                  “I wish you had woke n me. I tried calling you this morning, but you didn’t answer. I see why now.”
                  “How did you get my number ? I didn’t give it to you last night.”   I was f eeling a bit of irritation in my voice.
                  “When you fell asleep, I used your phone to call mine. Now I have your number and you have mine.”
                  “Seriously, you went into my purse?” I felt pissed off at his point.
                  “I’m sorry, but I’m glad I did, since you just disappeared this morning and you never did tell me your last name.”
                  “Well, you never asked for it and honestly , I just thought m y leaving was easier for all of us.”
                  “What do you mean , easier for all of us?” Alex was starting to look a little pissed at me.
                  “I thought it eliminated the awkwardness of you asking me to leave this morning. Save you from coming up with a lame excuse as to why I needed to
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