I awoke confused in the dim hours of early morning. Strong masculine arms were wrapped around me and I felt a soft beard against my face. I remembered, I had slept with David. It had been spectacular. But now what? I glanced at his alarm clock. It was 3 am. Thoughts raced through my head: We need to talk about what's going to happen next. Because if this was just a hook up then I should leave soon, because rumors fly at this school and neither of us need our business out there. Unless he wants a relationship. No, he couldn't want a relationship with me. I'm me and no one has ever wanted a relationship with me before. Except that one boy in high school who was obsessed with Ayn Rand, ewww. I do have standards. And David meets them all, he's intelligent, funny and ridiculously good looking. Basically he's my dream guy. It will be okay if this was just a hook up because at least I got to sleep with him once. Lets not get my hopes up.
I sighed and David's eyes opened slowly. They were full of sleep and lust. He must have seen the worry in my eyes because his facial expression changed to one of concern. I buried my head in his chest so I wouldn't have to look at him.
"Are you alright? Did I do something wrong?" He asked. I could feel the words vibrate through his chest.
"No you're perfect, I just, I just don't usually do this and I don't know what this is, or if I should leave now or if I was good or if you're going to be ashamed now or if our friendship will be ruined, and I'm just kind of freaking out." I blurted.