~ His Vixen

11 - don't choke

miles pov
I squirm around a little in bed adjusting my body to the extreme heat it's been having.

I open my eyes after the best sleep of my life, my vision a little blurry. I see a body a few inches away from mine, in my bed.

Jesus, how high did I get last night to have a girl in my bed? Angela is not going to be happy.

I reach over to her and scoop my arm around her stomach, pulling her back against my chest.

She moves around a little to get comfortable, her ass lightly grazing my sweatpants.

Her soft hand holds onto my arm around her waist before her breathing grows even again.

I'm almost knock out again before I take a deep breath in. That's my scent. In her hair. Oh my god.

I slowly pick up my head and look over her shoulder to see her.

Oh my fuck. I slept with Belle last night while I was as high as the goddamn moon.

I curse under my breath and shake her small shoulder lightly, trying to wake her up.

This is not happening right now. I whisper her name and shake her, nothing happens.

I sit up, groaning when I feel her ass slide against me. Fucking hell.

She still doesn't move, heavy sleeper. I put a hand on her back and shake her whole body, yet she doesn't budge.

I yawn loudly and walk to the bathroom in the hall to check my wound.

I peel down the bandage to see it's gotten a lot better, but it still hurts like mother fuck.

I do my entire routine of getting ready for the day before walking back to my room to still see a sleeping Belle.

Her dark brown hair is still tied up in a very messy bun, her lips slightly parted as she peacefully breathes each breath.

I walk over to her and snap my fingers in front of her face, nothing. "Elenaaaa, wake up" I say but she still doesn't move.

I clap loudly in her face twice. Nothing. I whistle at her. Nothing. I pat the side of her head with my hand. Nothing.

Good lord, woman. I take my two fingers, pulling them up to her nose and suddenly press on her nostrils. Bingo.

She shoots up from her sleep and looks at me like a crazy person.

She goes to slap me but I dodge it, picking up my phone. "Mom wants you downstairs, she cooked. She's literally been dying to talk to you again. I think you made her fall in love with you. My dad better watch out" I laugh.

I see her freeze and she looks down at her lap while sitting in bed.

"Oh yeah, care to explain why the fuck you're in my bed?" I ask, remembering us cuddled up together an hour ago.

She shakes her head and places her head between her knees. "Elena, I was so high I couldn't remember it if it wanted to. No offense. I don't know why you would agree to it but-"

"We didn't sleep together, Dilaurentis" is all she says, interrupting me. "So then what happened? Don't tell me I went down on-"

"Christ Miles! We didn't have sex. Not even first base." Her head flies up as she rolls her eyes at me.

"Then why were you in my bed, Elena! The fake act starts to get a little far with actually sleeping in the same bed as me. Not even to mention spooning with me" I argue.

"I did not spoon with you! You spooned with me, I was asleep and you just dragged me into you!" She protests.

"Oh so you do remember. And you didn't do anything to stop it so the blames not all on me" I point at her.