Torn Between (a James and Dave Franco FanFiction)

17. Morning after

I fluttered my eyes open, adjusting them to the brightness in this room. The morning sun shone through the window right on my bed. My view was limited to the park in front of the hotel, which looked really nice.

I stretched my arms and sat straight up in my bed.

It was only now that I noticed the wrinkled sheets next to me, but there was no one next to me.

Suddenly last nights events came rushing back to me.

"Omg" I whispered to myself. "I slept with Dave" The clothes on the floor were proof that it hadn't just been a dream, but it happened for real.

I felt confused. All kinds of emotions hit me all at once. I wanted to squeal because I was so happy, but then cry because I felt so guilty. I was also angry with myself because I let my lust take over.

In one swift motion I was on my feet, silently walking towards the bathroom.

The last thing I wanted to do now was talk to Dave. I needed to sort how I felt about this before I could face him and say things I'd regret later.

A cold splash of water in my face freshened me up a bit.

I leaned heavily on the sink and looked into the mirror. For a moment I stared at my disheveled reflection.

Was I a slut for sleeping with him?

What would James think of me now?

Did Dave regret it?

Did I?

A loud noise coming from somewhere else in the hotel room shook me out of my thoughts. It wouldn't be long before Dave would come and see if I was awake, so I decided there was no point in avoiding him any longer.

I fixed my hair and threw the blouse Dave wore yesterday on.

Dave was smaller than James, but he was still bigger than me, so his blouse looked very oversized on me. I hope he wouldn't mind me wearing it.

I shyly shuffled into the kitchen, where Dave was preparing breakfast like I did yesterday.

He instantly looked up when he heard me. "Morning sunshine" Dave grinned widely. His eyes twinkled and his bright mood made me feel a bit more comfortable than I was before. He didn't look like he regretted last night and didn't act all awkward, so I instantly was more sure that I did the right thing yesterday.

"Good morning" I replied with a soft voice, looking down at my hands.

I had never been much of a shy person, but after that night every time I looked at Dave images shot through my head, making me blush.

I think Dave noticed my lack of confidence this morning, "You look good in my blouse." He smiled.

I looked up and smiled back at him. His compliment loosened me up a bit. I hopped on a barstool and leaned my head on my hands watching Dave cook.

I didn't have to wait for long, because soon Dave was ready and handed me a plate of delicious looking pancakes.

He sat down next to me and I placed a light kiss on his cheek. "Thanks."

Immediately I dug in my food. I was so ungry! (I wonder why) Jk

"So..." Dave said awkwardly.

If I wasn't just as tense as him I'd gush about how cute he looked, awkwardly trying to form a sentence.

We needed to talk about this, I knew we had to. I mean, our little make out session turned into something a whole lot different after I said the two words 'then don't'. I'd like to believe it was in the heat of the moment, but maybe my feelings for James had weakened after this trip.