I woke up the next morning to a bright light shining in my face, causing me to scrunch my nose up and roll over away from it. The light turned out to be a lamp with a set timer on it, and the whole concept of it pissed me off. It was the stupidest fucking thing ever, a lamp with a timer. Like why.
My head was throbing, my mouth was dry and my feet were sore. I felt an awful hangover coming on. I couldn't remember much from last night and I couldn't remember anything after I got in that guys apartment. That guy..
I forced my eyes open again to take in my surroundings, trying to put the peices together and figure out what happened last night. I rolled onto my back and gazed arounf the room I was in. It was huge and very European. I looked under my sheet and realized I was naked, and there was a naked guy sleeping next to me, facing the other way.
His head was a giant mess of curls and his back and shoulders were chisled with muscle. He slept on his stomach with his hands tucked underneith his pillow. There were clothes, most likely from myself and this guy next to me, scattered around the room. After about ten minuetes, all that I could conclude was that I had sex with this guy sleeping next to me, even though I couldn't remember it.
The whole situation made me uncomfortable. I was never one to sleep around or have one night stands, this was deffinatley a one time thing.
Suddenly, the guy next to me pulled the covers off me and onto him, leaving me totally exposed and naked. I sat up and frowned, jerking the blankets back to me.
"Um, could you not?" I yelled in the bitchiest tone I could muster. I was tired and sore and cold, I had a right to be bitchy. I just wanted to go home.
"What the fuck..." The person mumbled sleepily and rolled over to face me on his stomach. That's when I saw his face...
The blue-green eyes, dark curls, his lips and cheekbones, belonged to no one else than Tuukka fucking Rask, goaltender to the Boston Bruins.

I screamed and scrambled away from him, falling off the bed and onto the floor in the process. I fucked Rask, a NHL player, I had a one night stand with him, Oh my God Steph! What's wrong with you!
Tuukka sat up straight, startled by my scream and looked at me.
"Are you okay?" He asked. Oh my god that accent.
I scrambled to get to my feet, shaking my head.
"Nonononono..." I rambled. I was shaking, I felt so untrue to myself. These were the types of girls I made fun of and hated, I never thought I would actually be one. I'm a puck slut. I had sex with Tuuka Rask. Holy shit.
I crawled around the floor searching for my clothes, desperate to get out of here. Puck slut. "What's wrong?" Tuukka asked, getting out of bed, exposing his naked self to me.
"Dude!" I yelled at him while sheilding my eyes. "Oh my God." I didn't ever want to see that much of Tuukka Rask, ever.
"Wassa matter?" His smirked while raising an eyebrow. "You don't like this?" Well, he was an asshole.
"No, I do not like that!" I yelled, pointing at his...thing. I finally found my thong and slipped that on, and then I continued the search for my bra.
"Funny," He said while leaning against the wall, that dumb smirk still on his face. "That's not what you said when you went down on me for fifteen min-"
"Shut up!" I cut him off. The thought of my going down on him made me sick. I was so mad at myself for acting like this. He chuckled to himself and pulled on his boxers. I ran my fingers through my hair and found my bra. I tried to put it on but I couln't get all the hooks right.
"Ugh!" I growled out in frustration after several failed attempts to hook it.
"Here," Tuukka suggested, walking torwards me. I face palmed myself as he hooked all three hooks together and one swift motion, ashamed of myself that I needed help doing this.
"Thanks." I snorted at him.
"No problem," He said cooly with a crooked smile. I found my tiny little dress and threw it back on. God I just wanted to go home and rant to Erika about this.
"Can you zip me?" I asked him in the nicest way I could manage, which wasn't very nice at all. "Um," Tuukka said and scratched his head.
"What?" I asked him, annoyed.
"You wanna borrow a hoodie or something?" He asked, sounding confused. I glared at him. "Why would I want to do that?" If he thought this was gonna be a cute little souveneir or something then he was dead wrong.
"Because..." He said slowly. "It's not exactly good weather to wear a dress like that."
He pointed to the huge window next to his bed. I walked over and saw that the entire city of Boston was covered in a thick blanket of snow, a blanket so thick that every single car was covered under it. It was still snowing heavily, and I knew that it would take hours for all of this to be cleared up. God fucking damnit.
"Lucky you," Tuukka said while pulling a hoodie over his head.
"Looks like you get to spend the whole day with me."

Notes

i dont know why the font is like that im sorry :O
but gaaaah!