My Best Mistake (UNDER EDITING)

Chapter 9 - Nessa's POV

I wake up with a pounding headache. God, I feel like I got hit by a bus. I don't remember much from last night, but I remember Crow coming to take me home. I look over at my nightstand and see a cup of water and some headache medicine. Crow, you're a literal life saver. I take the medicine and drink the water. Hopefully a nice, warm shower will help me feel better.

I pull myself away from the comfort of my bed and go to my bathroom. I look in the mirror and notice my makeup is gone. Did Crow take my makeup off for me? What did I do to deserve him? I take off my clothes and wait for the water to heat up.

Once it feels like a pool of lava in hell, I decide to get in. I wash my hair, face, and body. I shave as well and rinse off. I turn off the water and put on my comfy bath robe. Ugh, I love this thing. I brush my teeth and put my hair up in a towel. I feel slightly better now.

I desperately need coffee. I go into the living room and I'm caught off guard by Crow standing in my kitchen. I yelp as I jump back, not registering that he's here and I'm naked under this robe. Shit, I'm naked! I thought he went home last night.

"Good morning to you too," he chuckles.

"Sorry, I just wasn't expecting you to still be here."

"I decided to sleep on the couch. I wanted to be here in case you needed anything."

He's so sweet.

"Aw, thank you."

"How are you feeling," he asks, handing me a mug full of coffee.

"I'm never going clubbing with Bambi again. I love her, but I feel like shit. I don't remember much from last night either. All I remember is you picking me up from the club."

"You don't remember why I had to come pick you up?"

"No. Why? What happened? What did I do," I ask frantically.

"You didn't do anything. You drunk texted me while I was at work and told me a random guy was going to take you home. I didn't trust it, so I took you home instead."

"Thank you for that. I don't want to think about what would've happened if you didn't."

"I don't either. In other news, I quit my job."

"What? Crow, why?"

"It was a toxic and shitty work environment. I was the only person doing the manual labor stuff and I wasn't getting paid enough."

"Do you have anything else lined up?"

"I'm not going to worry about it right now. I have enough saved up to be comfortable for a few months."

"That's good. Did anything else happen last night? Oh my god, can I see the drunk texts I sent you," I giggle.

"Nothing else happened, Nessie. You don't need to worry about it," he says plainly.

"Okay. . ."

Why is he being so stand-offish? I don't feel like he's telling me the truth. I don't want to pry. Maybe he got into a fight and doesn't want me to worry. Still, Crow's never been one to keep things from me.

"Hey, I have an idea," I say, trying to lighten the mood.

"What's that, Nessie?"

"How bout we move in together like we wanted? Now that Dickhead Derek is gone, we can actually live together and not have him getting in the way. Plus, you'd be able to save more money because we'd be splitting the rent."

"No, thanks. Well, since you're feeling better and doing okay, I'm going to go home," he says almost angrily.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

"My problem? No, Anessa, what the fuck is your problem? You've completely ignored my feelings for you for years. When I actualy got the courage to fucking tell you, you started dating Derek. I was respectful. I wasn't going to ruin your relationship with me or him. I kept my fucking mouth shut. You break up and I was there for you. You sent me a nude then drunk text me while your clubbing with Bambi. How the fuck am I supposed to respond to that? I pick you up and take you home and you asked to kiss me. I didn't because you were drunk, which I knew was the only reason you'd ever say that to me. I also know that you're naked under that fucking robe and it is tempting me more and more. Do you know how fucking hard it's been just to be your best friend? I don't want to be your best friend anymore, Anessa. It's killing me."

Crow is now standing centimeters way from me. Our chests are rising and falling rapidly. I'm trying to process everything he just said while drowning in his eyes. I sent him a nude? I don't remember doing that? Fuck! The one I sent to Bambi! I must've tapped his name too by mistake. Stupid fucking snapchat.

"Crow, please kiss me. I'm completely sober. I'm sorry it took me this long to realise your feelings for me and my feelings for you. I remember now. I meant what I said last night. I wanted you to kiss me. I don't want to be your best friend anymore either Crow."

"Are you toying with my feelings right now. Please, be honest with me. I can't take anymore of this."

I stand up. Our faces are inches apart. Are we really doing this? I had a crush on Crow when we were kids. He was my first crush. Granted, it was when cooties were a thing, so I guess you can picture how that went. He doesn't even know my secret, but I am completely at his mercy right now.

"I'm not toying with your feelings, Crow. I'd never do that to you. Please, kiss me. I need you to kiss me."

"You're so pretty when you beg."

His words take me by surprise. Our lip touch and it was like nothing I've ever felt before. It's like our souls poured into each other. I could see his true self and he could see mine. My eyes start to well with tears at how beautiful and magical this feels. I'm terrified, but hopefully I made the right decision.