Above Water ✔️

29 - on the table

Dear God, the aches I was feeling.

I felt like I was being taken out of an sarcophagus for the first time in a trillion years. There was an immense weight on my chest, metaphorically that is, and we forgot to close the curtains last night so I could see it wasn't even light out yet.

With an unpleasant groan, I tried to turn around, but couldn't move. It turned out the weight on my chest was real and it was in the shape of an asleep man. I wrapped an arm around his back, touching the hot skin softly. He hummed and positioned himself a little more comfortable, face nuzzled into the crook of my neck.

"Dallas," I murmured.

"Yes?"

"I can't feel my arm," I said, eyes still shut tightly. He didn't move, just pressed a little kiss on my neck. As an afterthought, I said, "Or my ass."

He chuckled, low and broke from a long night's sleep. "Go back to sleep," he said. I wondered why he was still in bed. He was always gone by the time I woke up, or at least already awake for hours. "My alarm hasn't even gone off."

"What?" I said, groaning again. He always set his alarm for 6AM to go for a run.

"That's what happens when you pass out before nine o'clock," he said, though it was hardly coherent when the words were being spoken into my collarbone. "Come on, go back to sleep or I'm making you go on my run with me."

I wasn't sure if I was physically capable of going on a run, even if I wanted to. Which I didn't.

My mind was unfortunately awake, so I gently sat up, booting Dallas off of me in the process. He made a protesting noise and grabbed my waist, which was enticing enough to pull me back in.

However, my head was killing me from last night's dumb ass decision to drink the wine. And I had a lot to think about. I kind of wanted to talk to Erick about everything and get his opinion. He would be unbiased because that's just who he was. Though Dallas was his brother-in-law and I was his best friend, he would be real with me. And I needed that.

He wouldn't be up for hours, though.

"Where are you going?" Dallas moaned when I swung my legs over the side of the bed.

"Gonna get some coffee and do some journaling," I said, pulling my journal off the floor beside the bed. My back was killing me, likely from the various positions Dallas and I covered last night. "Go back to sleep."

"I can't now," he said. "I'll join you."

I blanched, but covered it up by checking for my pen under the bed. "No, that's okay," I said quickly, making Dallas's shoulders sag. He looked a bit disappointed, but nodded anyways. "We can have breakfast together after your run, if you want?"

"Yeah, sure," he said with an unsure smile.

He laid back down so I took that as my chance to pull some shorts on and head downstairs. I made a cup of coffee and stared out at the dark sky over the ocean while it brewed. Everyone was asleep, not a soul awake. It was sort of serene.

So, last night was weird.

Not the sex. The sex was . . . incredible. Looking back, I can't believe there weren't camera on us filming some amateur porno. It was good. Dallas knew how to make a boy feel special. But that might have been the problem.

I may have freaked out.

The guilt and confusion I was feeling was perhaps more visceral than I'd like to admit. I just needed to get some advice or input from Erick and maybe all would be clearer.