Ethan Knight is living his life just as he imagined it. Being the captain of the basketball team, he has to make sure they win this year's championship, which will further solidify his chances of being drafted, his dream for as long as he can rememb...
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There are many ways I have woken up in the past. I have woken up because of a nightmare and once I woke up because Dani dumped a bucket of water on my head but I still stand true to my words. Waking up with a pounding headache is the worst.
Groaning, I cuddled more into the pillow below my head but stopped when I couldn't smell the familiar lavender scent of my bedcover.
Opening my eyes slowly, I let them get adjusted to the room's brightness, which intensified my headache. The wrinkled navy blue covers of the bed were definitely not mine. In fact, I know someone who loves navy blue covers.
Partially covering my eyes with my arms, I looked around and groaned when I realized where I was. This can't be happening. Why the fuck do I have to wake up in Ethan Knight's bed after a drunken night?
Sitting up, I rested my elbows on my knees and cover my face with my palms. Closing my eyes, I tried to recollect my memories of last night but all I could remember was dancing with Nora and then rushing to the bar for more vodka shots. Clearly, that wasn't the complete story if I'm sitting in Ethan's bed with his t-shirt covering my body.
I was still trying to recollect when the sound of the door being pushed open caught my attention. I looked up just in time to see Ethan step inside the room.
"Good. You're awake." He said, walking further.
"Tylenol is in the nightstand and there's a clean toothbrush in the bathroom." He said, putting his hands in the pockets of the sweatpants he was wearing.
"Thank you." I mumbled, not sure how to handle this.
"You don't look too bad." He said.
"That's great, considering I feel horrible." I said harshly and instantly regretted it.
"Sorry. I didn't mean it like that." I said, finally meeting his eyes.
"It's fine. You're hungover. I expected this." He said, smiling a little. "Anyway, freshen up, breakfast is waiting."
With that, he turned around and left the room without waiting for a reply while I sat there, shocked. If he woke up in my bed after a night like last night, all I'd want would be for him to leave my house as soon as possible, but that doesn't seem like the case here.
Groaning, I pushed the covers away and got up. True to his words, there was Tylenol in the nightstand and a clean toothbrush in the bathroom. Using the only face product I could see in the bathroom, I got rid of whatever makeup was left on my face and went downstairs.
On any regular day, the basketball house is full of chaos, but I couldn't help but notice the unfamiliar silence when I stepped down.
Turning around, I saw Ethan cooking with his back to me. I stood there at the foot of the stairs for a while, watching how comfortable and at ease, he looked.
