*Kat’s POV
“Uggghhh” I whined while rubbing my head. I had been whining for the past 1 hour from the moment I woke up while Ryder chuckles much to both of our annoyance cause he too had hangover but not as bad as mine.
“I don’t even remember how we got into this position.” I exclaimed while clutching the blanket more closer to me. The more I moved the more my muscles reminded me of the soreness in each and every single part of me. What in the world had fallen over me last night?
“But you haven’t looked more beautiful than you do now.” Ryder chuckled but with adoration in his eyes. To which I buried myself more into the blanket. I am hundred percent sure he is referring to the smudged makeup.
The moment I woke up from the rays of sun, I couldn’t remember how I got a hangover so bad that I regretted drinking at all. But what astonished me more was the hickeys and scratch marks on Ryder. I have never been into too much aggression before. Have I been into kinky stuffs? Yes, but only with Ry cause I was never confident with others to let my true self out. But never have I left any evidence on him even when I was that much into it.
But it was from Ry’s smirk and his lust filled eyes that I understood I too had hickeys on my body and purple bruisings in my wrist.
From the evidence its clear we had done something we never thought we would be wild enough to do. But what happened is still unclear.
I was too lost in my thoughts to not notice when Ryder got out of the bed to grab us both tablets for hangover and water.
The amount of gratefulness I felt towards Ryder at that moment was indescribable. I wouldn’t have been able to get up from the bed even for peeing not to mention tablets, till my headache got little better. And I want to pee so badly.
Within 5 mins my headache was lesser than the moment I got up so I ran to the bathroom without even bothering to cover myself much to Ryder’s amusement. There’s no point in shying after we have done all the things we did. But it would be a lie if I said I am not shy being naked in front of him, even after being in relationship with for 4 years, would have been 7 if we dint loose those 3 years because of his absence.
He insisted not to be lovers until I was 18 but were like a couple from the moment I knew what love was to be exact when I was 12 and he was 15. Though we behaved like a couple we were like bestfriends before that and even now, it might be the reason for our relation to last this long.
Hopefully we wont break off. If we break up again. I am going to loose myself this time. My heart wont be able to bear being separated from him again.
As I stood in front of the mirror to check myself I gasped not believing how many hickeys were on me.
What happened? I wondered but when it started hurting more, I splashed water on my face to remove the makeup.
After freshening up and wearing Ry’s robe in the bathroom I entered the bedroom, limping. Ry chuckled while he entered the bathroom. I didn’t allow him to enter with me as I needed time to think though it wasn’t much helpful.
As I walked towards the bed I noticed the handcuffs cuffed onto the headboard. It brought back some ghastly images. Ry being cuffed up. Me on top.
Jesus Christ. Now the memories are rushing back.