I closed my eyes as soon as I opened them. A bright ray shone exactly on me, making me squeeze my eyes and I tried to move out of the light, away from the small peek in my curtain. I tried to turn over but I noticed that I could move a little too well. Frozen in my tracks I glanced down but I did not understand just yet why my body felt so free... I was covered in a white blanket, or should I-... No,I knew why I felt so free, with a whimper of shame I realised that I was , covered by the white blanket of course, I wore nothing underneath it. 

I shot up and the blanket fell off my chest, it was then that I realised it wasn't a blanket, it was someone's blouse. And I knew who's blouse.

My face blushed a bright shade of red as I imagined him staring down at my sleeping form as he covered me with his blouse. His tanned abs peeking out above his pitch black pants as he wore no shirt, his side-grils would adorn his strong chest, proudly wrapped around his ribs. His shoulders would be pushed back as he would smirk at my form, studying every inch of my body, images of what we had done last night flashing back into his mind. Him even blushing as he brushed a hand through his wild and untamed hair and left the room subsequently. 

I couldn't get enough of that scenario, it was quite satisfying yet the only troublesome factor was that I absolutely despised him, I despised him with every inch of my body. Yet I wanted to keep continuing this, there was something exciting about having a little affair with your enemy. Even though I couldn't understand what our little affair included, I mean, what was my place?

But overall it didn't matter, it would soon come to an end, I would be looking forward to it. 

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With a small chuckle my head shot up, eye-ing the known-stranger in the corner of my eye. The blue moon-light danced over his face, playing with the color yellow of the huge torches behind him. The wind softly played with his hair, it was a nice breeze, soft and gentle, like a warm summer night, displayed with a soothing classical song. He took a step forward and he slowly came up to me, resting his eyes in mine, his walk reminded me of a panther, focused and elegant, not like I was his prey, no, he walked more comfortable than that, less tense, like a friend. 

He ducked down and sat next to me, our legs dangled over the gutter. His hands were on either side of his waist, strongly supporting the rest of his body. My eyes travelled up and sensed him staring, but not at me, no. He was staring at the scene in front of us, prying his eyes over the dark trees until he let his eyes rest on the huge white moon in front of us. 

All the while I studied his face, the way the light fell on his face, exposing his god-like-sculptured bone-structure, the way his brows relaxed, th