Princess

Princess chap.10

CHAPTER 10

I groggily rubbed my face as bright morning sunlight streamed through a crack in the curtains and pierced through my eyelids. I flipped my body around and curled into the soft jersey sheets, trying to block out the annoying-as-hell birds chirping outside the window. Mmmm, the smell of day-old Bleu De Chanel cologne filled my nostrils. Wait, what the hall. These sheets weren’t mine. This obnoxiously large pillow was not mine. That Godly male scent was not mine. 

I shot up into a sitting position and looked around, but immediately relaxing when I saw Jake lightly snoring beside me. Right, right, I was at his house. I’d spent the night last night. In his bed. Beneath his sheets…

…………………anyway……….

He looked so cute when he was sleeping. His hair was even more disheveled than usual and his full lips were slightly puckered. I licked my own as I noticed he had apparently disposed of his shirt in the middle of the night as it was lying in a heap on the floor near the closet. Hot damn.

He reached his arm out and felt over the empty spot where I had been laying previously and his brow furrowed when he didn’t find me there. I slipped myself underneath it and snuggled into him. But being the spas I am, this didn’t last long before I shot up again and glanced at the bedside clock. Fuck me, it was ten o’clock and we were late for school. I was about to get up when I heard a husky morning voice. I guess my abrupt befuddlement had roused Jake from his slumber.

“Babe, it’s a faculty in-service day, remember?” he said without opening his eyes. 

“Oh, sorry for waking you.”

“It’s okay, probably should shower anyway.”

He rubbed his eyes and sat up next to me. 

“You can join me if you want.” he winked. I blushed and shook my head.

“Didn’t think so.” he laughed as he rolled himself out from under the blankets and out of bed. “I won’t be long. There may be some girl clothes in the bottom drawer.” I wondered how many girls he had had over in the past that he even had extra female apparel.

He grabbed a fresh pair of black jeans and a navy blue shirt before disappearing into the bathroom and shutting the door. I utilized this time to examine my own appearance. I shuffled over to the long floor-length mirror covering the closet door. I had not realized how exposed I was with just Jake’s t-shirt on until then. My tan legs were almost fully exposed and the collar being about twice my width shrugged so low down my right shoulder you could see most of my upper chest skin.

Suddenly feeling really self-conscious, I decided I would do a dig through Jake’s bottom drawer. Hopefully the clothes had not been worn too much….

I ended up finding some new denim shorts and a robin’s egg blue v-neck. I slipped on my bra and new clothing and desperately tried to rake my fingers through my dark hair. My make-up was still pretty in tact from last night, so it would have to do. I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Jake to be done with his bathing.

After a while of waiting and him still not emerging, I became antsy and mindlessly started going through his stuff. I know I should not have, but whatever, shut up….

I found packs of condoms, which made me huff and roll my eyes, photos of him and his friends, and then I came to a tin box. I picked it up and turned it over in my hands. It was old and rusty and had some words engraved on it that were no longer legible. Something heavy clanked around inside and just when I was about to open it, Jake swaggered out from his shower in only a white towel around his hips. He smirked at me up and down but his face scrunched when his eyes landed on what I was holding.