Dunya’s POV
I open my eyes, trying to stay still and see; yes, definitely someone’s chest. F*ck. This is so not me hooking up with some stranger from a bar! I mean, maybe when I was younger and stupid, but not now. Oh God. Who could it be?
The hotel room definitely isn’t mine; it doesn’t look familiar. I slowly try to move myself off of him and manage to turn around, but he shifts and spoons me from behind. He pulls me closer and I feel his morning wood poking my ass; I realize I’m wearing panties, that’s a plus! Hold on, I’m wearing a shirt too, definitely not mine, but a shirt nonetheless. I try to squirm out of his hold, but he still pulls me closer and sniffs my hair, his rod growing even bigger and poking me harder.
Hold on, why does he smell so familiar? As I pause to think for a
