Shift OR Drift

Amberly

No. No. No. This is not happening. Not again. What was I thinking? Where is my skirt? Where is my top? Who took them off? How did I get home? What the hell happened? My eyes flutter awake and regret sinks in. No one is in bed next to me yet, I am well aware that I did not bring myself home last night, nor did I change. Please tell me I did not break my self-appointed promise to stop sleeping with strangers. Where is Lexy? The time flashes on my phone, ten twenty-four in the morning. Oh, thank God. Just as I go to get up, I hear a loud groan, scaring me as I shuffle back under the covers. Out of fear and curiosity, I peek over the side of my bed only to see Killian's shirtless body on the floor without a blanket. What the fuck? Why is he here? Did we? Do not tell me we did.

Quietly, I get up and tiptoe to the hallway bathroom and text Lexy immediately.

Me: What the hell happened last night? Why is Killian here? Did he bring me home?

10:32 AM

Several minutes go by without an answer. Well, this is great. Looks like Lexy is currently out of commission. Making my way back across the hall I enter my room only to see Killian awake and leaning on the wall against the window. Have I mentioned, this man looks so damn fine half-naked and sleepy? Yes? Okay, good. "You need a bigger bed Princess," Killian's voice is low and tired as it echoes through my bedroom.

"What happened last night? Did we?.." The thickness of the air makes me want to choke.

"No. Aside from the dirty dancing at the club, nothing else happened Princess," a smug grin appears across his lips, "you wanted to though. But I know better than to take advantage of a girl who is clearly under the influence," he looks at my bed, "we went to bed together," he gestures to the clothes on the floor by the nightstand which I wore last night, "I changed you," my eyes flick with worry in his direction, "don't worry I didn't touch you and from the looks of it. You did a pretty good job shoving me off the bed anyway."

The very instant he turns his head to the bathroom I notice the once purple bruises are now a healing yellow. His sharp jawline flexes like he is waiting for me to say something and despite my eager questions only two words come to mind, "thank you." His head snaps in my direction, satisfaction shows in his eyes.

"I need a shower, some food, and..."

"Will you come with me to Lexy's family's house this weekend?" The words tumble out of my mouth before I could stop them, "I mean you really don't have..."

"Sure." He shrugs like it is nothing. As if the invite had zero effect on him, "is this a formal thing or?" He sucks in some air and bites his bottom lip.

"No. You can be normal Killian." I smile. A sinful thought crosses my mind, "shower with me?"

His head snaps in my direction and a dark smile forms on his lips, "this is dangerous waters, Princess. Are you sure you can handle them?" His eyes turn dark.

"You have no idea what I can handle Mr. Scott," I test him.

The sour look on Killian's face tells me exactly how much he hated me calling him Mr. Scott. "That's my father's name. Not mine Princess. Call me literally anything else."

"Okay," My voice softens, "there's a catch about the shower," time to earn another point, "we can't touch each other." I give him a wicked smile while my heart races in my chest, "loser buys or makes breakfast," I pull my hair up into a loose bun.

"Deal," his eyes remain the same hazy darkness as he moves to the bathroom, removing his bottoms as he goes. I shake off the intense feeling that looms in the air and follow Killian to the bathroom. As he is in the midst of removing his jeans, his phone begins to ring slicing through the thickness in the air, "I have to go," he pulls his jeans back up, "remember this for next time," he approaches me pushing me against the wall and towers over me. "You owe me a shower now Princess, and I will collect," he moves his lips close to mine, my body caves to him and presses up against him, "I promise you," his eyes meet mine, "I will collect." He repeats.