Finding Love

Chapter 32

AJs POV

I wake up with my arm around someone's waist.

My chest is pressed against their back, and I seem to be holding them pretty tightly.

I groan slightly, not in the mood to wake up. I'm comfortable - and whoever I'm holding is warm.

Knowing that's not a good enough reason to ignore the stranger in my bed, I peek open an eye and recognise the girl in my arms immediately.

I'm both relieved and shocked to wake up with her in my bed - yet again. Mainly shocked, since the last thing I remember, me and Lynn were chugging punch.

Only when the room started to spin did Lynn reveal that she saw a bottle of alcohol being poured into said punch.

Add the flask of vodka I brought as a backup plan in case Lynn got sad, my memory of last night isn't the best.

"Fuck" I whisper, sort of panicked. How did she end up here? Why is she in my bed?- She is pissed at me. Why am I spooning her?

She's still fast asleep, her breathing calm and even. I relax slightly, unable to help it.

There's something so peaceful about Becca. All she has to do is be close and I find myself relaxing.

She lies on her side, and I bring my hand up and gently run it up her bare arm, feeling she's cold. Frowning, I grab the covers that are left around our hips and bring them up to cover her.

I let her go gently, and spend the next few minutes slowly untangling our legs and somehow moving off the bed without waking her.

The room spins when I stand, and my head is pounding. I curse myself for being so stupid.

I don't get drunk.

Not like last night at least.

I can't afford to not be on guard all the time. I have Lynn to protect- I can't do that if I'm drunk.

Yet Lynn tricked me into becoming tipsy and then insisted we share the flask of vodka.

Clearly, my lack of alcohol has resulted in a complete intolerance for it, since that caused me to become drunk enough to forget everything.

Running my hands through my hair, I silently scold myself. The headache I have is a good punishment.

Me and alcohol don't mix well.

"Should I be offended?".

I jump slightly, turning to see Becca still lying on her side, but her eyes are wide open.

Has she been awake the whole time?

"You're awake" I state, not knowing what the fuck is going on. She hums, staring at me blankly. But I notice the anger in her eyes is gone.

The annoyed, pissed off and slightly threatening look she's been sending me for two weeks now?

It's gone.

What the fuck happened last night?

Why is she in my bed?

How did I get home?

Why is she in my home?

Why doesn't she seem mad?

"Sorry, I-...I didn't mean to wake you" I mumble instead, afraid if I ask a question I'll ruin the peace.

I don't like Becca being mad at me.

I deserve it- I don't deny that. But I fucking hate it.

I realise she's studying me for something a few seconds later, and avoid her eyes. "Sorry but..how did you end up here?" I finally ask.