Where It All Started

8 - Her Little Game

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I move around uncomfortably, and clutch my neck in pain from a knot I've gained. "Fuckk" I groan, opening my eyes and totally lost as to where I am.

"Mh?" I hear a mumble from beside me.

My eyes shoot open and I sit up from my position of being tangled in Easton's arms. Oh no. Holy crap. His eyes are still closed and he's moving around like he's uncomfortable. I get up off the couch assuming he's uncomfortable from me sitting on his legs. Was I sleeping on top of him all night? This couch isn't big, so I was! God, that's embarrassing. My first date in a long time, and I fell asleep fully on top of the guy!

"What are you doing?" His voice is deep, and thick, and very attractive. I gulp down my nerves, as I look at him in his squinted eyes.

"I-I should go"

With that he sits up, running a hand through his hair, "What? You got somewhere to be? I know you don't work today" he looks up and smiles.

I bite back a smile, "Well I want to shower and I need to get out of this dress"

"Mh, don't leave, shower here"

"Don't leave? You like me don't you?" I smirk, pushing his leg flirty.

He laughs, "You just noticed?"

My heart skips a few beats and I can't think of anything to say. His chuckle is low, and he stands up facing me. "You're cute you know? Very flirty" I bite my lip, and push away from him walking to the front door. I hear him jog up to me.

"Stay, please? Shower here, I insist" he turns me around, and I look at him in his light blue eyes, slipping on my heels. His eyes look at my shoes, then back in my eyes. "So that's a yes? Perfect, I'll start coffe-tea." he winks.

"You are stubborn, don't you see I'm putting on my shoes?" I narrow my eyes.

He kneels before me, looking up at me. I slowly remove my hands from putting on my shoes, and straighten my posture. He takes off my shoes and tosses them on the side, then stands up, taking my hands in his, walking me to the kitchen. "So what's your favorite tea?"

Fuck, he's the one for sure.

"Got any Orange Pekoe?" I smile.

"Sure do" he releases my hand, and goes to get two mugs.

"Perfect, now, I'm going to use your shower"

"Okay, need help?" he smirks.

I roll my eyes, "Actually, could you show me where it is?"

He nods, walking ahead of me down a hallway past the living room, and on the right, he pushes open the door, revealing a nice little bathroom. There's another door opposite of this one, that must be his bedroom. "Towels are on the shelf, need anything?"

"A shirt? Pants?"

He nods, turning around and opening the door opposite of the bathroom. It is his bedroom. A few moments later he hands me a black t-shirt and...that's it.. "I don't have any pants that'll fit your little figure" his eyes scan down my body quickly.

"Really? You expect me to-you know what. Thanks, it better be a long-ass t-shirt" I smile fakely.

"Anything else, Sweetheart?" his tongue glides along the bottom of his lip. I'm going to faint.

"No thanks, Charming" I grin, closing the bathroom door.

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I walk out of the bathroom, and to the kitchen. The shirt is long enough, it hangs down to just above my knees, I just won't bend down. I approach the counter and take a seat on the stool, throwing my wet hair in a messy bun. He turns around and pauses for a second and I feel my heart drop in nerves. My makeup washed off in the shower and I didn't bring anything else to re-apply some. Is it that? "You look good in my t-shirt" he hands me my tea, his eyes on me like a bottle of spilled Elmer's glue on paper.