Chapter 11 ~ Everything I Never Wanted
Caleb's POV
I woke up without any feeling on my left arm. I tried to lift it up but something is weighing it down. Oops, it is not something it is someone. I hope I didn't do anything regrettable last night. Marcus usually calls me out when I drink too much but he was busy with Natalie. I was likewise busy having fun with Elle.
The person lying beside me perfectly fits there. I took a peek to find a tiny frame with medium length brown hair. Thank God, it is Elle. I would not want anyone else to sleep in my arms. I am glad we are both fully clothed. Or not...
I spotted Mia sprawled on the other bed. It would feel weird and awkward if it was her lying here with me. We treat each other like brother and sister. She is a replacement for Caren, the sister I never knew.
Tristan is sleeping on the floor without his shirt on. I just hope we did not trash Cate's guest room. That will be too embarrassing. I had fun in Los Angeles. I can totally see myself settling here or coming back often. My Dad is planning to buy a property here to be close to his buddies again.
When he called last night, he said he will be here in two weeks to visit them and finalize some business deals. They are in talks to have a world tour after a decade of rest. I have always been proud of my Dad and his music. It would be so cool to watch him now that I am an adult.
Elle stirred and yawned. Her eyes are closed so she must still be asleep. She turned around so she is now facing me and snuggled closer like I am a pillow. She looks so comfortable that I did not want to disturb her sleep and take my arm away. Her lips are slightly parted when she sleeps. I wonder how it feels like to kiss her.
Last night, I had to control myself which was really hard to do. With alcohol running through my veins and Elle looking so hot and dancing so close, it was really hard to do.
I stared at her beautiful sleeping face with her long eyelashes, her pink cheeks and her red lips. She danced and laughed her way into my heart last night. She is really cool and funny. Best of all, she only has eyes for me. I never saw her look at any other guy at the club. Not even at Dylan's older brother who was every woman's eye candy last night.
Her lids flew open revealing her green orbs. She blinked a couple of times and then her eyebrows furrowed. She is probably wondering where she is and why she is tucked in my arms. "Good morning, Tiny." I whispered. A smile slowly formed on her lips. I heaved a sigh of relief that she did not freak out.
"Good morning." Her voice sounds hoarse. She is probably dehydrated from all the drinking last night. So, we just laid there for a good five minutes without talking. We are really getting good at this. Just hanging out, no words required. I can hear my heartbeats and I am aware that they are rapidly accelerating.
So, I am officially in love. It sucks because I do not want it. But, I am in love. She must not know just because I mentioned some time ago that I will never fall in love. Can I take that back?
She slowly sat up and clutched her head. "Hangover?" She nodded twice and cringed. That is one nasty hangover. "Stay here. I'll get you some water." I should get some headache medicine too. I stood up but she grabbed my arm so I pulled her up too. "Alright, come with me." She did not let go of my arm. I suppressed a smirk. This is shaping up to be a great day.
We headed to the kitchen. Elle settled on a bar stool and rested her head on her arms on the counter. I checked the cupboards for any medicine box. I could not find any. Just then, we heard footsteps and someone giggling.
Giggling Cate walked in with Dylan. He was whispering something in her ear. They were surprised to find people in the kitchen this early. She stopped giggling and smiled like a Cheshire cat when she saw Elle and me.
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