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I wake to the pounding of my head and a weight on my chest. My eyes slowly flutter open, allowing light to filter through.

I squint against the brightness, recognizing a warmth along the right side of my body and a tickle on my neck.

My eyes are sore, my mind thick with fog. There is a lump on the bed to my right and it takes a moment for my eyes to focus on the object.

My eyes widen in shock and I'm frozen in panic.

There is a man in my bed.

There is a naked man in my bed.

I hold my breath when I feel him start to stir, before he settles back into a peaceful slumber.

His head is resting on my chest and I reach my hand out to delicately move his hair from his eyes.

I smile at my night's achievement before reprimanding myself. I slowly tug on the sheet which is tucked under his arm, and my eyes roam his muscly chest before slipping further down his body.

My mouth drops in shock.

Wow.

Good work, Aria.

I lay there for a few minutes wondering how I'm going to get out of this situation unscathed.

Before I can work out my next move his eyes flutter open, before he shuts them tight fighting the sun.

He brings his right hand up to rub his eyes, unknowingly brushing them against my breast in the process.

I let out a small gasp and he turns his stunning blue eyes on me.

Blue eyes meet hazel and I'm captivated.

"Morning." He slurs with a heartbreaking smile.

"Good morning." I reply with a shy smile.

He leans forward and presses his mouth against mine in a warm, chaste kiss.

I feel his chest against mine and don't even mind the morning breath.

We pull apart and I cast a glance over to my clock on my bedside table; 8:07 am.

"Shit, I'm late. Shit, shit shit." I jump up from the bed and start searching for my clothes from last night.

I can't believe I overslept on the first day of the new school year. My first lecture is at 8.30 am, I'm never going to make it.

I pull on my underwear and bra while searching frantically for the rest of my clothes.

The naked man in my bed alerts me to his present when he lets out a hearty chuckle.

"I need to go." I tell him while still searching for my clothes.

"You do know this is you apartment right? You should put fresh clothes on, not last nights. Although I wouldn't complain. You looked hot in that dress."

I feel a blush creep up onto my cheeks and start moving towards his discarded boxes.

"Right. Then you need to go" I toss his boxers in his directions, laughing quietly when they land on his face.

I walk over to my wardrobe and select todays outfit. I pull on black pants and a blue silky shirt before slipping on my black heels.

I walk back out into the room and toss all my things in my black shoulder bag, sparing a glance at the man who is slipping on his jeans slowly.

I flick the switch on the coffee machine hoping it won't keep me waiting too long.

I run into the bathroom and remove last nights make up before scrambling to apply my make up in record time.

By the time I make it back to the kitchen I pour my coffee into my red travel mug and grab my things and head towards the door with Ezra right behind me.

"What? I don't get any coffee?" He asks me teasingly while I let out a nervous giggle.

"Sorry. I was too busy panicking to worry about my manners." I tell him letting him exit my apartment first.

"No worries, I'll pick some up." He tells me with a wave of his hand.

"Great, anyway I have to go. It was nice to meet you, uh…" I feel my cheeks flame when I realize I don't remember his name.

"Ezra." He tells me with a smirk.

"Right, Ezra."

"It was nice to meet you too, Aria." His smirk grows when he successfully remembers my name.

"Hopefully I'll see you again." He tells me with sparkling blue eyes.

"Maybe." I tell him before rushing off.

"Hey Aria," my three best friends call out to me as I enter the restaurant.

"Hey girls, what's up?" I ask as I slide into my seat next to Spencer and across from Hanna.

"I don't know, you tell us." Hanna tells me with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

I scrunch my own eyebrows in confusion before turning to Spencer with confused eyes.

"I think Hanna was just trying to ask if you've ever heard of cover up."

"Yea, nice hickeys Aria." Hanna teases me with a smirk.

"What?!" I ask in a panic, my hands flying up to my neck.

Hanna passes me her mirror and I stare in disbelief at the two large love bites on my neck.

"I went through all my morning classes like this." I state in disbelief.

"Everyone probably just thought you were really cool." Spencer jokes, enjoying my misery far too much.

"Argh. Just kill me now."

"Soooo. Who was it?" Hanna asks in her 'I want gossip' voice.

"No one." I tell them before turning to my menu.

"Right, no one. You must be pretty talented." I roll my eyes at Spencers sarcasm.

"His name was Ezra and to be perfectly honest with you all. I can't really remember much of last night at all. I was wasted."

"Do you at least remember if he was any good?" Hanna asks, her interest fading.

If I was honest with myself throughout my classes this morning I must admit my thoughts have strayed to Ezra many times catching me off guard and whisking me away into memories of last night. I could feel my body heat up each time I got a flash of my night with Ezra.

"Yes." I tell her cryptically knowing she's dying inside.

"And?"

"He was very, very good." I tell them with a big smile, my mind flying back into the past, wishing I could relive the night while I was sober and really cherish every touch.

"Ohhhh, you're blushing. Must have been good." Spencer teases me while Emily just shares a friendly smile with me.

"So, are you going to see him again?" Hanna asks.

"Probably not, I didn't get his number. I was in too much of a rush this morning."

"What?!" Hanna scolds me.

"Rosewood is a small town Han, I'm sure I'll see him around. But man, you guys shoulda seen him. He's fine."

I walk into my last class of the day and place my things down as I hear my students file in laughing and chatting about their break.

I write my name on the whiteboard before turning around to survey the large class.

My eyes fall to a familiar guy sitting towards the back, his blue eyes piercing into mine.

My mouth falls open in shock as my brain works to catch up.

Ezra's a student at Hollis.

Ezra's my student.

I think I'm going to be sick.

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