She's The Artist

| Chapter 36: Want It |

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WARNING: MUTURE CONTECT, SWEARING

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I wake up to bright lights shining in my eyes, blinding me. The luminous sun radiating warmth but also causing me to wake up without wanting. It also had to be the one night that I actually slept well.

In my years of taking sleeping pills and not being able to sleep at all, this was one of the best rests I've ever had. No waking up ever 2 hours. And no nightmares.

It's like a dream come true.

I turn my body away from the sun, rolling to my other side. I would expect to see the side empty and without a dip at all. But I definitely did not expect to see a body sleeping.

I jump away from whoever it is and roll out of bed, taking the sheets with me. I thought I want home last night with Sam but I guess I had other plans.

Who the hell is in my bed? How did they get in my bed? What type of guy did I even go for? A hot, built, gym freak? Or maybe a rockstar I meet at the bar last night. Yeah, that would have been some good sex.

It's too bad I can't remember it.

I try and peek from my spot to see who this guy is but to no luck. I guess I'm going to have to go around then. Great.

I slowly tip-toe around my big bed, trying not to wake them. With every step I take, the floor makes a creaking sound. I wish I was a spy sometimes.

I make it almost around to the other side before my phone rings so God damn load that it even makes me jump and lose my balance. I fall flat on my ass. Even banging my head on the wall. That's going to hurt.

"What the. . . Alex?"

I know that voice. I know that voice too well. That deep, manly, sexy voice. Know it's even deeper than before.

Fuck you puberty.

I don't even want to turn around and see his how his morning bed hair would look. Or how dark or light his eyes would be. What his sharp jaw and bare torso would show. Or how-

Okay, I think that's enough.

I groan and lift my head to look anyways. I can't just run out like I did before. I slept with him. I should at least give him something.

My eyes meet his, those beautiful eyes are looking, searching to see if I'm actually hurt or see if I remember anything that happened. I wish I did.

Every time I look into his eyes, only his, I could never seem to look away. It's like I'm trapped. Only being able to be let out when he let's me. No ones eyes has ever done that to me.

Why are his so God damn special?

Why can't I hate you?

"Because I'm hot, Lex."

What. The. Fuck.

I said that out load? How. . .?

I shake my head and glare. Finally snapping myself out of his intense stare. I am so fucking screwed.

"I didn't mean. . . whatever." I pick myself off the ground and go in search for my clothes. I can't stand the idea of even being here right now. I slept with Ethan motherfucking Preze and I'm asking 'why can't I hate him'?