Impulse

CHAPTER 14

I cracked open my eye lids at the sound of heavy snoring right next to my ear. I'm mildly annoyed that I was woken up from the best sleep I've had in a long time. No nightmares, no dreams, just peaceful sleep. Pacey hasn't crawled in bed with me since he was like five years old. So I am somewhat confused as to why I feel a warm body practically laying on top of me and sawing some serious log's. Then the night before came flooding back to me.

I'd like to think I was drunk, that I don't remember making the impulsive decision that landed me here. That my inability to make rationalized choices was solely dependent on my drunken stupor. And while I was a smidge toasted before I left the bar, I was sober as a priest on Sunday morning by the time we arrived. Therefore, I have no excuse. Well, none that I can blame on alcohol anyway. Nope, it was all me and my lustful induced mind.

I very carefully pried myself out from underneath him, only having to stop a couple of time's as I thought he might wake up. I really can't do the awkward morning after thing and I'm kicking myself in the ass for falling asleep last night.

He's all tangled in the sheet so I can't use it to wrap around me. I scan his room trying to remember where the hell he threw my dress. Then I remembered that he took it off of me downstairs. There's no way I'm walking through his house naked surrounded by windows for anyone to see, especially if that someone happens to be my brother.

Shit. Shit. Shit. What am I supposed to do now? Ah ha, I'll just wear his clothes. I go to make my way to the foot of the bed and trip over something sticking out from underneath it.

Landing face first onto the floor with a thud, I hear him stirring above me. Damnit, I was so close. I gradually peak my head up to see what he's doing. He rolled over to his right side as he blindly reaches his arm out, patting the now vacant spot beside him. Then he opens his mouth in what appears to be a never ending yawn.

"Come back to bed baby." He mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

Getting myself up off of the floor, I continue my search for his shirt and boxers. He rubs his eyes and manages to sit up. Crap, this is so not good. I don't want to have to do this right now.

He flashes a big smile at me. His thick brown hair is a complete mess atop his head, his half naked body on full display for me to see, while his little friend is covered by the sheet. I can see that they both woke up happy to see me this morning. "Baby, what are you doing?"

I snap my mouth together with a scowl. "I'm not your baby."

"Okay, clearly you are not a morning person." He chuckled. "Do you need me to make you coffee or something? Will that make you feel better?"

God, why does he have to be so damn sweet? This would go over much better if he was being his cocky asshole self. That I can deal with but, this sweet caring version of him is melting my heart.

"No I don't need you to make me coffee." I clarify harshly. Maybe if I'm bitchy to him he will start to fire back at me, making this much easier for me to do.

I dart over to the bed, snatching the sheet from his body wrapping it around myself. A strangled sound escapes from my mouth. It's somewhere in between a gasp, stutter and shriek as my gaze lands on his dick that is currently standing at attention.

Reid lets out another chuckle. "I'm not going to apologize for being turned on by your beautiful body."

I groan and slap a hand over my face letting him know that I don't want to see how turned on he is.

"You do realize that you have seen him before right. A couple of times now if my memory serves me correctly." He stated wiggling his brows at me.

I let out a whimper-moan at the thought of having him buried deep inside of me. I can't do this. I turn on my heels, grab his clothes and dart to the en suit bathroom, slamming the door on our conversation.