Baddest

Chapter 9

I don't think Colson sleeps. I'm convinced he's more than human. We stayed up talking on the phone for hours. He tells me how the show went, I tell him about being interrogated by my best friend when she spotted the marks he'd left on my skin. He laughed, and seemed proud to have marked me the way he did. The conversation about random things between us just flowed easily, until I started dozing off at 6am.

"You're falling asleep on me." Colson says.

I shake my head as if he can see. "No, no I'm not. I'm awake, you're sleeping." I reply stubbornly.

Who knows when I'd get him to myself like this again. I may have his attention now, but how long would that really last with the amount of girls he meets on the daily? He could haul some girl on stage at the next show and then my moment is over. I keep reminding myself that's just inevitable.

"Just close your eyes sugar spice." Without hesitation my eyes follow his command and close. He begins humming into the phone, and like a baby I'm soothed to sleep. Damn that fucking voice. I wake up hours later, it's a little after noon.

I slowly talk myself into getting out of bed, I desperately need to shower. Not to be graphic, but I feel like I still smell like sex. Sex and weed. I decide to glance at my phone before heading to the bathroom. A text from colson, and some Facebook notifications.

Colson: did you know you talk in your sleep?

I groan and face palm myself. Great Madison what did you say now? Who invited sleeping Madison to the sleepover? Sleep talking was old news, I've done it since I was a child. Made sleeping at a friends house incredibly embarrassing sometimes.

Me: well I knew that, but now I'm a little embarrassed you know that lol

I skim through Facebook and set my phone down to go take my shower. I stand in front of the mirror, and peel off the hoodie first. My eyes scan my body, fully taking in each mark on my skin from sex with colson. I hadn't looked at myself like this yet. Up until this moment I'd really only seen my neck. I have a bite shaped bruise on my shoulder, and I trace my fingers along a trail of a hickeys on my collarbone.

I slide the sweatpants off next. "Well fuck." I say as I observe my lower half.

Hickeys on my inner thighs, a bite shaped bruise mixed in there. Bruises where his fingers gripped my hips. Don't get me started on my ass, it's bruised too. He really did a number on me, and I'm oddly proud of every little mark he left behind. I run my finger along the bite mark on my thigh, shivering as I remember the moment it was left there.

Scars on my body I can look at you whenever

The bathroom was steamy by the time I actually stepped in the shower. As I washed my hair and body the scent of peonies filled the steamy bathroom. Best smell ever. I take the time to shave, and exfoliate my legs before ending the shower.

I towel dry and moisturize before I venture back to my room to begin the task of deciding what to wear today. I decide on a pair of shredded skinny jeans, nude shoes, and a fitted long sleeved black shirt. It was simple, but I really wasn't looking to be fancy on my Sunday. I did however, take the time to do my make up, no need to look like a zombie. I grab my purse and keys and exit my bedroom. When I walk into the living room I find Lindsay on the couch painting her nails, she greets me with a smile.

"Hey sleepy head, you finally catch up on your sleep?" She asks.

"I think I finally have recovered." I joke and walk towards the door. "I'm gunna go grab a coffee, I'd ask you to come but your nails are wet. Want me to bring you back something?"