It all started when Adalyn Rose had a little too much to drink and ended up in bed with her best friend's older brother, Ashton Dawson.
They hide it from everyone hoping to forget about it, but when Ashton's psychotic ex-fling, Natalie, intrudes on...
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Ashton's POV
I was having a dream of holding this girl while I slept, but I didn't know who it actually was. It was just a blurry image. It felt weird because I've never had a dream like that before. It felt so real.
As I start to awake, I feel a weight on my chest. My eyes fly open and I look down to find that my dream isn't actually a dream. There is a girl laying on my chest with my arms wrapped around her. I don't know who it is, her dark hair covers her face.
I slowly move my hands to relieve her from my hold, her skin soft against my touch. The smell of lavender invades my nostrils as she buries her head deeper into my neck and lets out a groan. I brush a strand of hair away from her face only revealing her lips. A smile forms on her mouth and she begins to raise her head.
Shock falls on my face as her identity is revealed.
How drunk was I last night?
"AHHHHHHH...!"
"AHHHHHHH...! What am I doing in your bed? Where are my clothes? What the hell happened here?" She frantically jumps off of me and looks all over the room trying to find her clothes.
I can't move. My mind isn't processing who is standing naked in front of me right now. She quickly slips on a shirt and runs for the door. "Adalyn....?"
She stops and turns around and says with panic in her voice, "This is not to be mentioned to anyone at all, especially Brie. Okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, of course not. But-"
As she tries to leave, Michael comes up behind her. He smirks, looks at me, then his glance moves to Adalyn. "I knew it!" he says with a small laugh.
"Shut the fuck up! I was never here. Michael, do not say a word." She leaves, closing the door as quietly as possible.
"Hey man, what was that?"
"Nothing! Just leave it alone!" I whisper shout, not even looking him in the eyes, as I search every inch of the room for it. "WHERE IS IT? WHY CAN'T I FIND IT?"
"Whoa, calm down. What are you looking for?"
"MY SHIRT. I CAN'T FIND MY FUCKING SHIRT."
"Wasn't she wearing it when she left?" He points over his shoulder to the girl that just left.
I fall to the edge of the bed, my head in my hands, still in disbelief. I am so flustered. This is the girl I've hated since I've known her. This is my little sister's best friend. This is all kinds of wrong. I don't know what was wrong with me yesterday. What did I do?
"Dude, you okay?" Michael takes a seat next to me. "You just slept with your sister's best friend. That's so funny. At least we know it still works."
