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I woke up with a pounding headache and drool slipping from my lips. I wiped at my mouth before even opening my eyes, discarding the saliva. I couldn't remember much from last night other than Bella and I doing more shots than either of the boys were and then us dancing in the living room to shitty music... I'm not sure.
As I rolled onto my back, I noticed the hard pillow I was lying on. Confused, I opened my eyes, a blush creeping up my neck as I noticed what, or who, I was lying on. Emmett was stretched out on the couch, in a sitting position with his head tilted upward and his legs stretched out onto the coffee table, with his arm draped across my stomach and my head on his lap.
Oh god, what the hell was I doing? Cullen's are bad and here I am sleeping with one? Oh and not to forget the almost kiss last night. My blush deepened at the thought. Billy is going to kill me if he finds out.
I carefully went to move his arm, pushing it off of me, but I only succeeded in waking the man. I froze as I heard his voice speak from above me, my eyes instantly snapping to his, "good morning, princess."
Okay, now I was full on blushing and the pounding of my heart was just making my head hurt worse. I scrunched up my face, "Not good morning, why are you still here? Charlie will kill you guys." I pointed out, sitting up as his arm moved off of me.
"Charlie called last night, saying he was sleeping at the station and won't be back till 3, apparently there was some issue. Don't you remember that? You're the one who said we should have a sleepover?" Amusement laced Emmett's words and I just pouted.
I ignored his words, getting up from the couch and making my way to the downstairs bathroom. I heard the footsteps following me, but didn't pay any mind to him. Charlie's got to have Tylenol in here somewhere.
Faintly, from the kitchen, I could hear the sound of cupboards opening and water being poured. My brows knitted in confusion, grabbing the pills from the top shelf of the medicine cabinet, and walking back to the kitchen.
Emmett was standing in front of the coffee maker, starting it. I raised my eyebrows, "hope you made enough for two, I need some coffee."
He laughed, the sound like music to my ears. "I don't like coffee, but I figured you would, so it's all for you, princess." Emmett winked, going back over to the living room.
Just when I think he can't get hotter he goes and does it.
I looked back at the coffee maker. He did something nice for me? With no expectations and with barely knowing me...
I shook my head, ridding myself of the rabbit hole I would soon be going down, full of assumptions and ideas that I can't have. He's a Cullen, I reminded myself. I can't have him... I look over to Emmett, his back facing me. I watched as he folded the blankets, his muscles contracting with every movement.
