Alia moved her hand first, feeling naked skin against her palm, she shot her eyes open. Her eyes fell on the white sheets first and the pace of her heart quickened when she felt the rise and fall of the chest of the man she was currently laying on top of.
Her wide eyes fell on the door first before landing on the man's outstretched arm. A small tattoo of an inverted heart...a spade on his wrist caught her eyes and they bulged when she thought that it looked familiar.
'Impossible,' Alia thought. Feeling the man move under her, she rose her head, meeting a pair of half-open silver eyes. Her cheeks heated and reddened as she stared at the face of the handsome man who took her first time almost a year ago.
"O-Oliver," she quietly stuttered out. Alia pushed her body upright, apologizing profusely as she pressed her palms against his naked, muscular chest. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry."
