50 Shades of Family

What happens in France...

Sophie's POV

"Okay, in you go." I hold up Teddy's intoxicated body with one arm and open the door with another. He tries to walk ahead of me but ends up face first in the carpet. I don't know whether to laugh or help him up. Before I do anything, I take off all my jewelry, setting it on the table, then kick my shoes off. 

"This is really soft." He smiles against the floor and pretends to make snow angles. I have never seen him this drunk off his ass before. It's kind of pathetic. I groan, pulling him by his hands over to his bed.

"Let me sleep down here." He complains.

"No. You going to end up getting sick, and I prefer you not choke on your own vomit. Get up, come on." I urge and help him to his feet. He starts swaying back and forth as if he is on a boat, so I sit him down on the bed so I can undress him. He watches my hands work on the buttons of his shirt before he looks up at me with a plastered grin.

"You want to know a secret?" He whispers like there are intruders in the room.

"Sure." 

"I like you." My fingers stop their movements. That's not what I expected him to say. I expected something witty and cheeky. I resume my actions and shake my head. "In fact I think I've liked you for a while now. I've just never been so drunk to admit it." His words slur together.

"Ted, you don't like me, you're drunk and high and who knows what else. You need sleep." I say. He stands to his feet right in front of me, hardly swaying now. Our chest are only about an inch apart now.

"No, I'm not just saying this because I'm drunk. Seeing you flirt with that guy at...whatever place we ate at and the bartender tonight, it made me feel something that I haven't felt about another girl." He takes one of my hands and puts it on his chest. "With you looking at me now, like I'm some sort of idiot shouldn't affect me. But it does. What's worse is that, I've known you my whole life, your Taylor's daughter, and your eight freaking years older than me, but do I care? No. Because what ever this is," He takes my face between his hands and rubs his thumb over my cheeks. I keep my hand over his heart. "I love the feeling of it, and I don't want it to stop." I know secrets tend to slip out when drunk, but not these kinds of secrets.

Two whole beats pass before his mouth covers mine. I slightly kiss back, but obviously not enough to satisfy him. His tongue works it's way into my mouth, but I try to avoid it at all cost. His hands slide down to m hands, and twist my arms behind my back.

"I want to tie you up and fuck you so bad." He moans against my mouth startling me out of my little haze. I struggle free from his grip and push him back causing him to fall on the bed.

"Excuse you?" I wipe my mouth and stare at him trying to collect my breathing.

"Soph, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"How can you say something that twisted, and not mean it?" I say. "It doesn't matter," Yes it does, "You need to get to sleep. I'll come check on you in the morning." I say. Teddy runs a hand over his face and sits on the bed. He says something but his hands muffle his voice. 

"Goodnight." I say, closing the door connecting me to him.

Teddy's POV

I wake up with an excruciating head ache and sick feeling bubbling in my stomach. I throw off the covers and take two long strides to reach the toilet before everything comes up and out. Not only does all the alcohol come up but memories become a little less fuzzy. I hope my mind is playing tricks on me, if not...I have a lot of apologizing to make.

When I'm finished, I brush my teeth and wash my mouth before heading back in the room. I rub my eyes attempting to get the sleep out and see some pills, water, and a muffin on the side table. There is a letter by the pills that say "Take me", and next to the muffin "Eat me". I throw back the pills with the cool water and almost instantly my stomach settles. I pick the muffin up, turn around, and nearly pee my pants.