Bruise Me Twice (Twice #3)

Chapter 5

                                                                                     Brooklyn

The next morning I woke up a pounding in my head. As if a thousand hammers were slamming my head. This wasn't my room, it was way bigger, and the bed was more comfortable. The sheets smelled like expensive cologne, peppermint and cigarettes. Just then the memories of last night hit me.

"Morning" Said Vaughn, coming out of the bathroom in a towel with water dripping down. I felt my cheeks turning as red as a tomato.

"Why so shy Darling, you were the opposite last night" He smirked

Darling. I liked it, it always sounded tacky whenever I heard someone say it but from him, it was different.

"Did w-" I asked, starting to panic

"What kind of person did you think I am, but at some point you did give me a lap dance and then confessed your love oh and you were begging for it" He said laughing in between each one

I mentally slapped myself, I completely made a fool of myself last night, but at least he had enough respect not to cave into my wishes. A reminder to myself, never drink again.

"Can we just forget last night" I groaned

"Sure, just so you know, people tell the truth when they're drunk"

I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him

"Oh and you called me an asshole after I said no" He added

I snatched another pillow and threw it at him again

"Okay, Okay, I'll wait for you to have a shower" He said leaving me

The moment he left, I let go of a breath I didn't know I was holding. I ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower, my muscles relaxed under the cold shower. I slipped back in the large hoodie that went half way up my thighs and put my hair up in a bun. On my way out of the bathroom, I picked out the pillows with a smile plastered on my face.

"What's with the smile" He said, leaning on the frame of the door, shirtless

"Nothing" I replied putting them back on the bed

"You look good"

"I look like a mess" I chuckled

"A pretty mess" He replied

"Such a charmer"

"Anyway, I made breakfast" He said proudly

"You can cook" I asked shocked

"There's a million things I can do" He smirked

"Shut up" I said, swatting his arm and playfully rolling my eyes "Let's see then"

The table was filled with food, and the apartment was clean.

"You made this?" I asked

"No, I ordered it" He confessed

"Knew it"

"So what are we doing today" He asked mid-way through breakfast

"Not sure"

My head was still pounding, the last thing I could think of is going out. But the word 'we' was still new. What were we? Last night he said we were friends, but this wasn't like friends, or I didn't feel like we were just friends

"What's wrong" He asked

"What are we?" I asked shyly

"You know I can't stay just friends, not with you being, being you" He answered