Heroine

Ops. I could not help but look at his sculpted body as he laid there almost perfectly naked only in his black boxers.

No! No!

As my sane was in battle but my mind was keen saying that,  but I'm still only human, right?

And then when he was lean, muscular and perfectly defined from head to toe. His posture was way too perfect.

Suddenly, I felt dirty standing over his passed out body checking him out, but no one should ever look like that perfect and that's just not right.

Now I needed to move him up to his pillow. I put the cool cloth on his head, and he stirred. I grabbed under his arms and pulled him up the best I could.

After I turned him on his side in case he vomited again, a slight groan came from his mouth. I found a blanket, on a chair in the corner of his room, and covered him with it. I sighed and looked at the clock on the nightstand, showing it's two o'clock in the morning and I was exhausted and desperately need some sleep.

Then I realized I forgot to tell Mei Lin that I was leaving.

Immediately I went down the stairs and grabbed my purse off the table. I took out my phone and saw a text message from her.

-Your friend told me what you're doing, and I know you like to play a good heroine, but I'm worried, text me.-

I quickly replied.

-I'm fine, I managed to get him home, and he is passed out on his bed. I'm heading home now and I'll talk to you tomorrow.-

I stood in the hallway and looked at the stairs. Memories were flooding my mind as I had to walk back to his room to check on him one last time. He had rolled on his back, so I rolled him back on his side.

His bed was so comfortable that I decided to sit next to him and make sure he stayed on his side the rest of the night.  Then maybe I get a little bit of sleep.

As I awoke from a dream I had about my father. Then I quickly sat up, but my brain had not fully registered where I was. I scanned the room and looked over at him who still sleeping peacefully.

Afterwards, I shook my head in disbelief that I fell asleep for so long as I made my way to the bathroom. I splashed some water on my face and downed some mouthwash I found in his cabinet. I ran my fingers through my hair and headed downstairs. I should have just left right then and there, but I needed coffee, and so would he when we woke up.

As I walked to the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks. The mahogany cabinets topped with dark grey granite countertops were utterly stunning.

A large curved island sat in the middle of the kitchen with a built-in stove on one side, as three stainless steel ovens were built-in opposite the other wall. I found what I needed and made a pot of coffee. I had a recipe for a hangover tea that I used to make my dad every day. I scanned the kitchen and surprisingly enough, it had everything I needed to make one. I had my back turned to the doorway, making the hangover tea when I heard someone clear their throat.

Gosh!

I was startled, and I slowly turned around.

He stood in the middle of the kitchen in a pair of black pyjama bottoms that hung low on his hips outlining his muscular form. I gulped at the sight of him standing there, sober and still looking as incredible just as he did last night.

He looked at me and turned his head to one side.

"Did I not go over the rules with you last night? He asked.

"Huh?" I frowned.

"I don't do sleepovers. You were supposed to leave after I sleep with you, so would you mind telling me why you're still here, in my kitchen, making yourself comfortable?"

His tone was arrogant and crude, obviously he did not remember anything from last night, but I didn't expect he would. His eyes looked dark and angry, but he'll have to get over it and I didn't have time for this. I set the glass with the hangover drink on the counter and slid it to him.

He narrowed his eyes at me.