Double Trouble 2: Twisted Sisters

Chapter Thirteen

That morning I woke up feeling beyond groggy. I wasn't quite hungover, but I was definitely feeling the liquor still. I stretched under the covers and then turned over to look at my phone. Surprisingly, it was still rather early, only 10. I decided to go back to sleep and rolled over.... right into another warm, hard body.

I froze up for a moment, wondering who the hell was in my bed, but then it quickly came back to me. Last night Jason stayed over with me. I was pretty drunk, and he helped me into bed. Then like a goofy, I asked him to stay. Luckily, or unluckily depending on how you want to view it, we were both still dressed, me in my pajamas and him in his boxers and beater, which told me we didn't do anything.

Slightly sad at the thought; even though I was panicked when I first woke up that that was precisely what we had done, I was disappointed that nothing more came of the night. But then I also knew that Jason was too much of a gentleman to take advantage of me while I was drunk and horny after we were already on a very delicate thread of trying to work things out.

While I was sitting, taking in the whole situation, I felt Jason stir next to me, and by the time I looked up, he had flipped over and pulled me into his arms, cuddling me close. I didn't move an inch, nervous to wake him. I study his handsome face for a moment, enjoying the peaceful look on his face. Deciding to go with the flow, I snuggled into him closer and went back to sleep as well.

Two hours later, I finally woke up again, and when I turned and stretched, I saw Jason sitting up and looking at me. He said, "Good morning, beautiful." I smiled back and said, "Good morning; finally up?" He nodded and said, "It threw me off a bit when I woke up in an unfamiliar bed with you next to me. Not that I'm complaining." I giggled and said, "I had the same thoughts the first time I woke up. It was around 10. I was so confused. But I enjoyed sleeping next to you. It's been years since we slept together."

He smiled and said, "You haven't changed much in that aspect. You still take up most of the bed and somehow take up all the space even in a king-sized." I threw a pillow at him and said, "Shut up." He laughed and said, "You also are still frisky as hell when you're drunk. When you asked me to stay, I was kind of nervous because I didn't know if I could control myself. You definitely made it hard for a nigga. But I'm glad I did. It was nice waking up next to you. Even if all we did was make out like a couple of teenagers."

We both laughed, and I said, "Thank you for not taking advantage. In the moment, I might have wanted it, but I wouldn't want us to wake up in the morning and regret it. When and if we cross that line, I want to be alert and special." He pulled me into his chest, hugged me, and said, "No thanks necessary. And I want it to be special too, not just some drunk lust."

We sat like that for a little longer, just cuddling and talking before he said he needed to get home. I walked him to the front door, and he kissed me gently before heading to his car, letting me know he would text me when he made it.

When I got back upstairs, I checked my phone and had a few text messages from Jalissa and my parents and then a message from Marcus confirming that he would pick me up tonight at 6 p.m. It was a little later, so I had time to get my life together. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth before wandering into the kitchen to fix something to eat. I spent the remainder of the day lounging and recovering from the previous night. At 4:30, I finally got up, took a long bath, and began preparing for my date. I did a glam makeup look again, this time going for more golds and reds, refreshed my curls, and pulled it up on one side again. This time I put on a one-piece off-shoulder short sleeve shorts romper with the middle and the sides cut out. I paired it with gold lace-up wedge sandals, gold stud earrings, a gold locket, and a thick gold bracelet.