Seduced Fall ✔️

7. The Hangover

Clara Carter

"Who the hell are you?"

The familiar sound makes me squirm in Stefan's arms. The dizziness and headache that are increasing by the second aren't helping me understand what's going on. It was a mistake to drink too much. I shouldn't have done it.

I didn't ask Stefan to look so good in his white tee and dark jeans and to give me seductive stares. I was trying everything I could to stay off his radar before doing anything I'd later regret. But, being me, I went ahead and kissed him.

And man, was I wrong to back away.

I'm not sure what was going through my head when I interrupted the kiss. I cursed myself for dishonoring such a passionate kiss.

Never in my entire life has someone kissed me with such ferocity. His arms, I might say, are so strong that they kept me in position the entire time.

I can feel his abs through his tee right now as I'm so close to him for my own good.

When does he work out?

My eyes remain closed due to the inevitable blinding headache. All I want is to be in my darling, dear bed.

My grasp on Stefan's jacket begins to loosen, and I nearly slip off his arm.

"Hey, Clara," This time, I recognize the voice. Christopher. What is he doing here?

Oh, I failed to acknowledge that he is my brother and that we share the same parents and home. I squint at him, attempting to keep my eyes open while blinking.

I've got two brothers?! What's more, they're twins?! Fuck this alcohol!

"You okay?" Stefan's voice demands my un-focusable attention. My hazy gaze shifts to him. The first thing that comes in direct contact with my eyes is his lips, which I was kissing just a few minutes ago.

I giggle and giggle and then giggle some more as I recall his frustrated frown as I backed away when we kissed.

He kissed me, and I loved it. I loved how our lips and tongues perfectly tangled with one other. It sent shivers up and down my spine. It was incredible to see him lose control over one kiss.

"Please take her to her room. The last room on your left." Christopher says, pointing upstairs.

I close my eyes once again as I feel myself moving without even walking. That's the most terrifying thing I've ever noticed when I've had too much to drink.

As his hold on my bare legs tightens, I hug Stefan and whine. I hear a doorknob open and am promptly put on a soft, comfortable bed. For its gentleness, I hum.

I then cough uncontrollably and jump to my feet, clutching my chest.

And again, all I see is his lips. When I take the glass from his hands, I meet his eyes—those beautiful hazels.

He has the most stunning eyes I've ever seen. If there is a 'sexy eyes' competition, Stefan can serve as one of the judges.

The glass unexpectedly falls out of my hands after a few sips. It spills all of the water on my neck and then my shoulders.

It spills all of the water on my neck and then my shoulders. Now this, just added to my clumsiest-things-I-did list on the 999th number.