Get out

Hannah's POV

My eyes flutter open, the bed I was on was big and deep. Wow, the owner of this bed must be huge. Wait, where are my? This is not my room. Who's room is this? I then noticed I was in my undergarments. Panic.

I snapped out of my trance when Noah walked into the room shirtless, only on sweatpant. He looked me up and down then stopped on my cleavage. I gasped and quickly cover my böobs with the duvet.

"What the fûck am I doing in your room?" I uttered. He didn't even replied. He grabbed a cologne from his table mirror and sprayed a little on his neck.

"You got wasted, your house lights were off meaning your dad isn't home, you had a little vomit on your dress so I took it off." He explained.

"Oh, thank you. I.......uhh, where's my dress?" I stuttered nervously.

"It's in the laundry basket" he said, he walked to his walk in closet and grabbed a black t-shirt. "Wear this" he threw it on my face.

I groan and took it before slipping it on. "Oh, hello dear, breakfast is ready" Ea