The Lucky Ones.

Isabella stretched as she emerged from the tangled sheets of her bed, her bare skin that was covered with tattoos shining in the morning light. She had a slim figure, with curves that hinted at a night filled with laughter and excitement. Her legs were long and toned, and as she walked, the gentle sway of her hips caught the light, adding a playful bounce to her movements.

"Hey, wake yo ass up and get the fuck out," she called over her shoulder as she glanced at the guy who she didn't even remember his name who was lying on her bed. The remnants of last night lingered in the air, a mix of fun and moans that she was all too familiar with.

She strayed towards the window, Pulling back the curtains as she let the sunshine flood the room, illuminating every inch of her. Her hair was messy and wild, perfectly framing her face and giving her an effortlessly stunning vibe that was impossible to overlook.