Playboy (Colby Brock X Reader)

11.

My attention is pulled from the episode of Bob's Burgers I was watching as I hear a knock at the door. I lean forward and place my cup of coffee on the table while I stand up.

I walk cautiously over to the door. Morgan isn't supposed to be home for a few more hours. I open it slowly, immediately feeling heat rise to my cheeks as I look up at Colby.

"Hi?" I greet, confused and embarrassed of my appearance. I've been wearing the sweatshirt he gave me the first night we met for days.

He stumbles forward into the apartment, his posture heavy as he tries controlling his direction.

I shut the door and turn to watch him shuffle over to my couch before he collapses, "Are you drunk?" I question as I approach him. He lays back and slaps his hand on his forehead, grunting.

I grow concerned as he struggles to answer, just making various noises of pain. I rush to grab him some water. I make it back to the couch and gently lift his head up, squeezing in next to him and letting him rest his head on my lap as he slowly sips the water.

"Y/N.." he exhales. It seems to be the only word he can find.

I push my confusion aside and decide to comfort him. I can smell the whiskey radiating off his breath. I run my hand through his hair and just encourage him to keep drinking the water.

"How did you get here?" I ask him softly once he seems to sober up a bit.

"I drove." He mumbles, his eyes remaining shut.

"Colby, please tell me you didn't drive like this.." I trail off, worried about his safety.

"I drank in the parking lot. I had to or I wouldn't have been able to come up."

I stare down at him, feeling my heart begin to pound fast in my chest, "W-what do you mean?"

He swallows and turns onto his side, burying his face in my thigh, "I can't stop thinking about you... it's driving me insane. And seeing you spend so much time with Sam and Kat without me has only made me realized how much more I want to see you."

My mouth parts in shock, and now I'm the one struggling to find words. So, I say nothing. He's just drunk, he doesn't mean it. Does he?

I play with his hair until he falls asleep on my lap. After about twenty minutes of listening to his soft snores, I feel his phone vibrating in his pocket. Assuming it's Sam looking for him, I take it, careful not to wake him. My mouth runs dry as I read the text from Morgan.

Where are you?

I lock his phone and put it back, feeling my entire body tense. A fire grows in my stomach, stirring like ocean waves. A million questions run through my mind. Why is she looking for him? Why did he come here? Did he come here for her?

I don't realize how long I've been thinking until I hear the door unlock. I look over the back of the couch to see a frustrated Morgan entering. She drops her purse on the island and grabs a juice from the fridge.

"How was work?" I ask, keeping my voice low.

"Shitty. They kept me late for absolutely no reason." She sighs, shaking her head. She walks over to the couch, stopping dead in her tracks when she finally sees Colby laying on me, "Well, shit." She raises her eyebrows, surprised. I see something flash in her eyes, but she quickly shifts her attitude to a dismissive manor.

"I'm just gonna go to bed." She says shortly, turning off towards her room.

"Goodnight.." I trail off.

I don't get a response, just the click of her bedroom door shutting.