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I wake up engulfed in someone's body, and I don't have to open my eyes to know who it is.
Last night's events hit me hard. I know I shouldn't lead Grayson on like this, especially because I'm still extremely hurt by what he did, but I can't help it. No matter what he does, I always crawl back to him.
His soft breath tickles my ear, but his limbs are wrapped too tightly around me for me to move. I try to shift without waking him up but, just like always, it doesn't work.
"Hi" he mumbles. He lets me go, but only to let me roll over before trapping me in his grip again.
"Why am I in your bed?" I reply quietly. It will be better for both of us if I pretend not to remember last night.
I know I should probably get up, but I have some sort of weakness for him in bed. Innocently, of course.
"Because you and Kristina decided to drink an entire bottle of whatever that nasty shit was" he replies casually. That's not an answer. When I don't say anything, he speaks again.
"I tried to sleep on the couch, but you wouldn't let me" He defends himself. I roll my eyes. Of course, I didn't, that part I don't remember.
I roll over again to face him, and his eyes snap down to mine.
"This never happened" I mutter. I scoot down before shoving myself into his chest and closing my eyes. I'm too tired to deal with this. I can hate him later.
He holds me tight to him and hums happily.
"Mhhm, as you wish" He agrees. I suddenly feel like throwing up again when he kisses the top of my forehead.
"I'm really glad you're here" He whispers. I pretend not to hear him, letting myself melt into him.
I don't fall back asleep and I'm sure he notices, but he doesn't say anything.
When I finally get the energy to sit up, he lets me go but watches me closely for my reaction. I stare down at him for a moment, almost mesmerized by his looks. His hair is messy from sleeping, but I like it better like this than when it's styled. I don't understand how he looks so good right after he wakes up. It's not fair.
"I hate you" I mutter. He raises an eyebrow at me as a small smirk grows on his face.
"No, you don't" He retaliates. I huff and turn to get up.
"Yeah, that's the problem" I mutter.
I go into his bathroom and shut the door, letting out a breath. I wince as I look into the mirror. I look awful.
I go pee before washing my hands and then spend a minute trying to make myself presentable. It doesn't work.
