Mainly Manic Chapter 1

Slowly stirring Serena opens each eye in a leisurely fashion. While stretching her arms, she notices a weight draped across her. As the memories from the night before surge through her mind. A voice breaks through the noise clambering through her head. “Hey there sexy lady, ” the velvety baritone voice mutters.

Crap. Crap. Crap. What is his name? Did I even get it? I can’t even blame alcohol this time. How did I manage to do this again? Yes again! Don’t judge me!

Now I realize as boy one moves, there is someone else in this bed. Oh great this is two names I don’t recall. Finally able to speak, “I know this is going to sound bad. What are your names?” I wince as I wait for the answer. The nearly blonde man with the fierce blue eyes that are studying me. Certain that he isn’t sure what to make of me. Who does this? A little unnerved by his focus, I turn my head to look at player number two.

As I languidly peruse the second naked male body in the bed, sexy man number one starts to speak. “Soooooo,” he begins, “I am Alex and he is Jeremiah.” Delicious! Maybe last night  so bad wasn’t so bad. No no, Serena! It is always and I mean always bad to wake up with two naked men you don’t know. I didn’t remember their names. I glance back over the man with black adjacent deep brown hair. The curls fall against his forehead. His eyes pop open and I see a beautiful hazel with gold flecks.

Jeremiah smiles and his deep dimples breakthrough. I notice the flutter in my heart as I focus on his strong face. I turn back to Alex, “So nice to meet you both again.” Well this is awkward! I have got to stop this. So what is the protocol for this? Do I do the walk of shame twice? Whatever this is I am going with it.

Just as I am about to stumble of the bed with my feet wrapped in the sheets, strong arms wrap around me. Graceful.  I am pulled back in by the tall man that was sitting next to me by the name of Alex. I wind up facing Jeremiah and getting spooned by Alex who is now nibbling my neck. Chills are running down my spine. Jeremiah has pulled in for a deep and steamy kiss and this will be round four. That memory of mine has finally come back. In for a penny in for a pound. Truly if there have already been three rounds, does four really make a difference?

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