Unlovable

3: Strange Mornings and Stranger Roommates

I opened my eyes slowly, an unfamiliar scent filling my nostrils as I felt a warm object pressed against my back. My legs were intertwined with said object as I turned my head slightly. Everything was always hazy for me when I woke up; I wondered if I was dreaming.

A man.

And not just any man. He was so beautiful and peaceful. It took me a moment to figure out who it was before I realized I couldn't kiss him.

I gasped, moving quickly as Abel slowly opened his eyes. He had managed to become my big spoon overnight. He had his legs wrapped up with mine and my back was to his chest as he hugged me. I looked around my room. My roommates were probably here and they were both sound asleep. I wondered when they'd walked in last night, I hoped they wouldn't be mad that there was a guy in my bed.

Abel glanced at me, his eyes shutting as he breathed into my hair. My roommates and I had made a no-overnight-guests rule which I clearly had just broken in my first week. I hoped that they were too drunk to remember.

I took a deep breath, turning my head to realize I had just imagined it. Perhaps I was paranoid, but neither of my roommates came home. I was safe unless they walked in right now.

He had fallen back asleep, his heavy arm was wrapped around my shoulder, hitting my nipple every time I breathed in. I gasped against his touch, moving closer so his arm wouldn't touch my breasts.

"Abel," I whispered, trying not to get too fussy about his hands on me and his body intertwined with mine. I lifted the cover with an arm, revealing his morning wood as I glanced at him. So he could get it up. And he was willing to dream about sex subconsciously, but not sleep with me when the opportunity presented himself.

"Hmm?" He moaned, his velvety voice murmuring as I moved his arm to my stomach instead. "Claire?" He murdered without thought as I furrowed my eyebrows.

Idiot.

"Hmm?" He moaned again. His sexy voice rang like music to my ears. I sighed, ignoring his sleepy unresponsive ass as I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I recalled drinking about two cups of jungle juice last night, and yet I was surprised that I didn't have a hangover.

I walked back toward my bed, checking the time on my phone. Seven-thirty. Why did I wake up so early. We had slept around one-thirty a.m..

"Abel, are you awake?"

"Mmhmmm" he moaned, turning to face the direction of my voice. I took a deep breath. "What is it baby," he muttered silently as my eyes widened.

"What?" My heart was racing as I looked at him. I decided, why the hell not, I climbed over him and into my bed as he returned to our cuddling position, burying his face in my neck.

He turned to face me, "Claire?" He whispered her name again as my eyes widened. Of course he thought he I was his ex. They'd literally broken up last night; why wouldn't he think that.

"Nope, just me, your average fireball ice princess." I muttered, annoyed as his eyes opened again.

"I know, my teddy bear," he hugged me tighter as my heart stuttered inside my chest, slamming my rib cage as his gorgeous gray-green eyes looked into mine. I was pretty inclined to believe that his eyes were just gray and they just reflected the colors he wore. Or in this case, my green t-shirt.

"Thank you," he muttered, releasing me slightly, "for last night. I needed a friend and you were exactly that." He said.

"Well I needed a fuck buddy and you didn't exactly cooperate." I muttered as he laughed.