My Best Friend's Brother

Chapter 13

Elena Summers

The sun streaming in my window woke me from my deep sleep. It warmed my face, but made my body hot. Why am I so hot?

Oh, just a boy wrapped around me like a vine. Normal.

I didn't know he slept over. Did I fall asleep first? I can't even remember. I only remember watching The Office with Nate then one of us drifting off. I vaguely remember seeing him steal glances at me. Now it's my turn to look at him.

His skin was so tan in the sunlight, and his eyelashes are long and thick. His profile is perfect, jawline sharp as ever, and has a perfect straight small nose.

He looks so peaceful when he sleeps, like nothing can go wrong for him. The worlds problems just don't effect him.

His arm had a death grip around my waist, and I can see the outlines of his muscles. Why is he so good looking?

He slowly opened his eyes, and looked ten times happier when he saw me.

"Good morning," my speech was raspy, and Nate smiled even more at this.

"Good morning gorgeous." His words made my insides feel all gooey. Just three words made me feel like that.

"Did you have a nice sleep? Considering my head was on your chest all night."

"Oh shit, I slept over." His face suddenly flashed with worry and panic.

"Hey, hey, it's cool. I don't mind." I put my hand on his cheek and he visibly relaxed.

"But your parents will. Namely your father, who could punch a hole through a brick wall."

"He's at work and my mom is probably at the gym, but she wouldn't care. You need to take a chill pill." He's seriously freaking out. Why is he so scared? He's been over here before.

"You can't blame me for being scared of your dad. Have you seen him?" His nervousness made me throw my head back and laugh.

"My dad is a sweetheart. He wouldn't hurt a fly." I wriggled my way out of bed and got up to throw some clothes on.

"But he'd hurt me. Seriously, was he a fighter or something?" I put my tank top and sweats on, then turned around to answer his question.

"No, nothing like that," he calmed down a little, until I told him the next part. "But he was a marine." His face paled and he laid back down with a groan.

"I'm dead." I sat down and took the pillow off his face.

"My dad has known you your whole life. He wouldn't kill you for sleeping over, he'd be super pissed if he knew you slept in my bed, but he wouldn't hurt you. He doesn't like me going out with boys."

"Doesn't he know you've gone on dates?"

"Hell no. I'm daddy's little girl. I'm daddy's only girl, actually. So I don't tell him about my dating and sex life."

"Oh, ew I don't need to hear about it either. You're like my sister El." For some reason, those words felt different to me when he said them. It's almost like they created some sort of hurt.

"Well, it's not really a 'sex life' if I've only done I once."

"Only once? Didn't you and Scott, you know?"

"Um, no. It was only Sam." Sam. Just uttering his name made me feel sad.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"That's ok. It just hurts, you know? We were such good friends, and he ruined it. He was such a nice guy. I just don't understand why he only used me. I thought he liked me." Nate looked uncomfortable when I mentioned that he only used me. He started rubbing the back of his neck.