Something wet drips onto my cheek. Turning over onto my side, I stare blankly at a stranger's face. His brown hair is tossled and messy. A piece of his hair is stuck to his cheek. His lips look soft and perfectly pink. I glance down at his shirtless long torso. He was pretty skinny but you could see he had some definition to his body. I lift the covers, noticing he was wearing just boxers and he was erect. EW. Just as I was about to crawl out of the bed, I saw my bra and panties were all the way on the other side of the small cramped dorm room. Shit, I thought to myself. Why do I always get myself into these situations? His roommate was a skinny black guy that I recogonzied from my Journalism class. Thankfully, he wasn't facing me. I hopped off the bed, my exposed body getting cold from the cold Fall weather. My 36 C boobs bounced as I quickly rushed to put on my underwear and bra. Just as I finished hooking my bra, a groan sounded. Horrified, I looked behind me, seeing the guy with the tossled hair, peering at me through bloodshot eyes.
"Where are you going?" He croaked, stretching.
"Back to my dorm..." I said, slipping on my beer-reeked pink dress. I gag from the smell. Disgusting.
"Nah, come back here." He said, cracking a smile. He was even cute in the morning but I didn't even know HOW I got to his room and why I was there.
"I don't know you. I need to leave." I quickly hiss.
"What's your name?"
"Natalie." I reply as I put on my heels.
"You don't want to get to know me more?.." He asks, cracking another smile. He slips out of bed. He looked sooooooo GOOD. He cupped his balls. "C'mon.."
I chuckle, flinging my bag over my shoulder. "By how? Fucking you again? No thank you, asshole." I leave his room, feeling completely stupid. Right before I went down the stairs, something caught my arm. It was the guy.
"No. My name is Alex, not asshole." He cracks ANOTHER DAMN SMILE. And from there, I felt a little hit of his attractiveness. "So, Natalie?... What happened last night was a... mistake. Let's start fresh."
I look up at him. He was ridiciously taller than me. "I...I...." I utter.
"Just let me know," He takes my hand, pulls out a pen, and writes down a bunch of numbers on my forearm.
"What is this? A lock number or something?" I say.
"My number," He chuckled, cocking a half smile. I melted.
"Thanks." I quickly made my way out of the dorm hall. What did I get myself into?

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