Too Close For Comfort (LH) (PT1&2)

35. The Ledge

Partying with Luke! A great  idea in theory, and a great time from what I can remember. No regrets until two P.M. the next day, when I woke up and relocated my head from it's soft pillow to the nearest toilet. By the time I was done throwing up I felt intoxicated all over again!

I rested my head against the cold seat, wiping my mouth off on a dirty shirt I had left on the floor. Carefully, I slid down into the fetal position. "Jesus," I mumbled. My head was swirling. Majority of my body was aching. I tried hard to remember last night, but I couldn't, "ugh."

Someone, I assumed my partner in crime, knocked on the door lightly before entering. "You alright?" Luke nudged my foot.

"I'm never drinking again," I coughed. He chuckled. "Toothbrush," I waved my hand towards the sink. He complied with my demand. The running water made my head throb, "Worst hangover ever!"

"Here," Luke passed the plastic brush to me.

I sighed, handing it back to him, "with toothpaste Luke."

"Oops," he took it back, added the toothpaste and passed it back down to me. I brushed the rancid taste out of my mouth, spitting into the toilet, and wiping my mouth on that same dirty shirt.

The perfume on that shirt was still strong. "Wait," after closer observation I realized this was the shirt I wore last night. "If," I looked down at the black t-shirt covering my body, it didn't belong to me, "isn't this your shirt?" He let out another soft chuckle: a sweet, soothing noise.

Luke reached down and forced me to sit up, ignoring my whining protest. He sat down behind me, wedging himself between me and the tub. Barricading me between his long legs.

I laid back onto his chest, crossing my arms loosely around my waist. In this moment I felt safe, as if i knew Luke would never let anything hurt me. A secure feeling I had never felt before. There was no panic, no worry, just support. It was nice.

The back of my arm brushed against his chest. The contact between our bare skin sent chills throughout my body, "are you shirtless?"

"Are you still drunk?" He snickered, fixing my ruffled hair.

I nodded playfully. My voice sounding child like, "drunk and tired."

"Well just so you're aware we're both pants less. Open," I kept my eyes closed, allowing him complete control over my body. He leaned forward, sitting us both up, and opened my mouth. He dropped a small pill on my tongue, pressing a straw against my lip, "drink." Obeying his orders I drank; he rocked me slowly. Without looking I could tell his eyes were on me; I liked it.

However, I didn't like the coffee. For the first time in my entire life I was not happy to have the sweet, strong, vanilla beverage in my mouth. The usually blissful caffeine taste was very bitter. My face scrunched up. I held myself tighter thinking I was going to be sick a second time. Once the feeling passed I spoke, missing the sound of his voice. It seemed to be the only thing easing the my head, "are you drugging me?"

"Prefer the term medicating, but yes. In a helpful way," Luke took a sip and sat the cup down somewhere. His arms wrapped around me; his head resting against mine. I could fall back asleep in his embrace.