The Glossy Eyes

Chapter 41: Good morning

Alannah slowly regained consciousness, her head feeling heavy and her thoughts still clouded with remnants of sleep. As she attempted to sit up, she found herself unable to move. Confusion washed over her until her fingertips grazed a warm, solid surface beneath her.

Her senses heightened, Alannah realized that she was straddling Nathaniel, her body positioned on top of his. A mix of surprise and embarrassment coursed through her veins, her cheeks growing warm with a blush. The events of the previous night flooded back into her mind, and she groaned inwardly, feeling a mix of awkwardness and amusement.

Carefully, Alannah explored the contours of Nathaniel's face and body with her hands, relying on touch to understand their position. Her fingers traced his jawline, feeling the familiar stubble beneath her touch. She delicately explored his shoulders, chest, and the muscles beneath his shirt, her tactile exploration fueling a mix of curiosity and desire.

Realizing that she had awakened him, Alannah blurted out, "Nate, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up like this. I must have fallen asleep on top of you."

Nathaniel's eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting her sightless eyes. He couldn't help but smile, a mix of amusement and affection dancing in his eyes. "Well, good morning to you too," he chuckled softly, his voice filled with warmth.

Alannah's embarrassment grew, but she couldn't help but smile back at him, finding solace in his lighthearted response. "I guess I got a little carried away last night," she admitted sheepishly.

Nathaniel reached up, his hands gently finding their way to her waist. He held her with a tender firmness, offering support as she shifted her weight to sit beside him. "No need to apologize, Alannah. It was a memorable night, to say the least," he replied, his voice filled with a mix of playfulness and sincerity.

As Alannah adjusted herself, she couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. "Well, I hope you're not too sore from my unexpected slumber party," she teased, a mischievous glimmer in her blind eyes.

Nathaniel grinned, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on her back. "Oh, I think I'll manage. But I must admit, waking up to the sight of you straddling me is quite an experience," he quipped, his voice dripping with humor.

Alannah's fingers roamed over the fabric of her own clothes and then wandered to Nathaniel's, seeking reassurance in their touch. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of uncertainty, a lingering question hanging in the air.

"Nathaniel," she began tentatively, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and concern, "Did anything...happen between us last night?"

Nathaniel's expression softened, understanding the underlying worry in her voice. He gently reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers in a comforting grip. "No, Alannah. Nothing happened," he reassured her, his tone warm and sincere.

A wave of relief washed over her, and she let out a small sigh. "Oh, thank goodness," she whispered, a hint of humor lacing her words. "I mean, not that I wouldn't trust you, but waking up in this position was already embarrassing enough."

Nathaniel chuckled, his thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of her hand. "Trust me, I understand," he replied, a playful glint in his eyes. "But no need to worry. We fell asleep, fully clothed, and nothing beyond that occurred."

Alannah couldn't help but smile, grateful for his honesty and understanding. "Thank you for being honest with me," she said sincerely.

Their moment was disturbed by Nathaniel's phone ringing.

Nathaniel's frustration escalated as his phone continued to ring persistently. He glanced at the screen, puzzled by the caller ID. "Who is this?" he muttered, annoyance seeping into his voice.