Clutching Hope

Chapter 5

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"Eila, wake up." I opened my eyes when I felt a hand shake my shoulder again and squinted at the figure infront of me.

Sion.

Huh?

I snuggled into the pillow that smelled like him and closed my eyes.

"If you stay in there you're going to miss breakfast." He said and I groaned.

"Fine."

"Come on, it's nearly midday, you have to get up."

Midday? What time did I go to bed last night?

I opened my eyes and looked at him again.

Wait Sion was in my room? Lifting my head, I looked around, eyes still bleary and sat up.

"I'm so tired."

"That's what movie marathons do to you." He chuckled and sat on the side of the bed.

"Why are you here?"

"It's my bedroom and I came to get you."

I frowned at that. "Your-"

Oh no. His words parted the clouds in my thoughts pretty fast, the wee hours of the night activities starting to rush in. I was supposed to go home  and not stay here. How did I even end up in his bed? Oh no, did we? And what movie marathon?

"For someone who drank only a glass of wine during lunch, you look like someone who was chugging shots and blacked out."

Rubbing my eyes, I battled the need to run out of here and wanting to snuggle back into his bed. I stretched, a yawn escaping and making my mouth sound like my jaw was breaking. "Just trying to get my bearings."

"Get fresh in the bathroom and come have breakfast." He said.

"So I really lost the bet?" I groaned.

Sion's brows lifted. "Yes." He gloated.

A sigh slipped past my lips. When into the marathon had I thrown the white flag into the fray? "Whatever." I muttered.

"It's nothing to be sad about, I did warm you." He went on.

"I'm not. Afterall I got the bed." I smirked.

His smile dimmed. "Did you expect me to break my promise?"

I shook my head as I pulled the blankets off me only to realise I didn't have my shorts on. Squealing, I yanked it back over me and wiggled under there to see what I had on. Underwear still on.

Sion laughed. "You said last night you didn't want to sleep in them because they're too tight and took them off."

He pointed at the bottom of the bed where the shorts and my top were. I slipped a hand under the jumper I had on and found my bra missing too. Sion lifted it from the floor with a finger and lifted his brows. My face felt hot. Did he watch me do it or worse, did he do it?

"No, you did when I dropped you in here since you lost our bet." He said with a smirk as if reading my mind. I ducked my head.

"You're not supposed to sleep in tight things." I said.

"Agreed. I like a little more breathing room when I sleep too, although I had to cover up with guests over."

My gaze dropped to his lap and found he basketball shorts on along a shirt.
He got up from where he sat with a too wide a smile on his face and I was torn. He slept in this bed naked. I liked being in it and so comfortably but not if he seemed to like the idea that much.