Dear Augustus | I Never Let Go ✓

13 | I Want Us To Be Sure

Squeezing my eyes tight, pushing my face more on the familiar feel of my pillow, and pulling the blankets up to my chin, I try making sense of the flashbacks. I'm sure it was a dream, a fantasy weaved out of my drunken mind because in no world I'd ask Adrian, my best friend, to kiss me. I wake up with a massive headache and follow the startled gasp in the doorway.

"Shit!" Olivia curses, covering her eyes with one hand while holding the doorknob with the other. "I just came in to give you your car keys. I swear, I didn't see you guys naked."

Her words jolt me out of my sleepy mode, and I realize I'm not alone on my bed. I look beside me to find Adrian sleeping on his stomach with his hand draped around my waist and covers completely off his naked torso. His soft brown hair tickles my shoulder, which appears to be exposed too, and I snap my head under the blanket, releasing a sigh to be in last night's dress.

"We're not naked, Liv," I say, lending my blanket to the still sleeping hunk and covering his back.

"Oh," she sighs, pulling one finger at a time away from her eyes and finally looking at us. "Anyway, I liked what I saw."

I glare at her as she tosses the keyring to me and winks at the sleeping boy, her lips twist in a suggestive smile. Before I can say anything else, she busts out of the room, closing behind her. I fall back on my pillow and massage my throbbing forehead.

And all the fragmented memory starts making sense. I inside the club doing tequila shots with Alex, Adrian, crashing my fun time, then us ending up in the empty nook. Me licking salt off his wrist, him licking it off my shoulder, him kissing my neck, me asking him to kiss my lips, and then him saving it for after our first date. Date, he asked me out for a date. It was never supposed to happen, not when I'm still trying to understand my newborn feelings for him.

Now what? Do I still have a best friend? I'm sure, after letting our feelings out in the open, we certainly can't go back.

"Ugh...What have I done?" I mumble, squeezing my eyes and trying to yank his hand off my waist. It tightens instead, the blanket slides down my chin, and something soft pressed against my neck. I'm suddenly aware of his intoxicating touches and how they burn over my skin.

"Mmm, you smell so good," he whispers in my ear while nuzzling my neck.

"Adri!" I growl, pushing at his jaw as the scrape of his whiskers tickles my skin. "I probably smell like stale tequila."

"No, you smell like me." He groans, running his nose down my neck and places a soft kiss below my ear. He peppers a trail of kisses along my collarbone and sends shivers down my body. It's not a secret anymore that his kisses drive me crazy, and I want him to kiss me for real, in my mouth. It's still too soon to go all the way because I don't want to lose my best friend for a moment of lust.

Being drunk and losing control is easier to digest. In my full senses, I know we need to wait till we are into this for real. But the way he lifts his face from my neck and caresses my face with those deep emerald eyes shows me how real this is for him. His brown hair falls rebelliously over his brow. Thick dark eyelashes brush his cheekbones, and the day-old whiskers feather my cheeks.

"Where's your shirt? Liv almost drooled over your exposed body." I play my hand over his muscled back, enjoying the feel of his spine. "You fulfilled one of her ultimate fantasies."

"Noah will kill me if I tell him this." His timbre rasps, a sleepy baritone as he runs his thumb over my chapped lips. "If I don't have a shirt on, it's because of you. You tell me where you threw my shirt when you pounced on me last night?"

Mischief dances in his eyes, and my cheeks heats with the thought of me going wild on him. But exactly how far did I go has me blushing furiously. I push at his shoulder and scramble off the bed. My feet land on the soft material of his t-shirt lying beside the bed.