𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 (𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤)

07 - when life gives you lemons, add vodka

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• chapter contains: sexual themes •

It's only for a brief moment towards the beginning of the chapter (page #'s 68-67) if you'd like to skip!

The sound of soft snores stirred the blonde girl awake, her eyes blinking open ever so slowly as she began to glance around the room.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the noise, and then the warmth that engulfed her under her covers.

With a hestitant glance to her left, her eyes quickly widened in fear as she saw Matt's sleeping figure next to her. His arm was draped over her stomach, face smooshed into one of her fluffy pillows as he slept peacefully. His messy fluffy brown hair falling over his eyes.

Evie felt her heart racing in her chest, she wanted to get up, to move out of the current position she was in. However, any little movement caused Matt's grip on her to tighten, causing her breathing to become more ragged as seconds went on.

She was screwed. She was totally, utterly, screwed.

Not only that but she felt like absolute shit from how much she drank the night prior.

A frown formed on her lips as she tried to remember last night, all of it coming to her as a blur. She remembered getting to the party with Aiden, and then heading to the kitchen to get another drink, thus running into Matt.

She remembers that they got into a pretty decent fight, so for him to somehow end up in her bed of all places truly baffled her.

To make it even more confusing to her still half asleep, half drunk brain, Matt never spends the night. He wasn't that type of guy.

So.. Why was he in her bed?

Evie inhales a deep breath as she squeezes her eyes shut, regathering herself before turning on her side to face the sleeping boy. His hand immediately tightening around her stomach as he pulled her closer to his chest.

"Matt.. Wake up." Evie whispers quietly, tired brown eyes scanning over the soft relaxed features of his face.

Matt mumbles something in response that Evie can't quite understand, causing her to frown. She ends up resorting to her second plan, her index finger poking his cheek until she sees his drowsy blue eyes looking back at her.

"Hi sleepyhead." She hums out quietly, her fingers running through his knotted curls as he smiles softly at her.

"G'mornin'." He mumbles quietly, his voice a bit raspier and deep than she expected. She feels goosebumps form on her skin as he blinks slowly at her.

"You want to explain why you're in my bed?" She asks carefully, she didn't want to bombard him with questions immediately, but she also wanted some answers.

"You told me to stay." Matt speaks quietly, "So I did." He adjusts his face on the fluffy pillow, his hand playing with the fabric of his hoodie that she was wearing.

"I asked you to stay? But we got in a fight did we not?" She questions, her voice hushed as her mouth scrunched up in thought as he nods his head.

"We did, but Ivy and Emily couldn't get your drunk ass to listen to them so they sent me instead." Matt laughs softly at the thought now, remembering how stubborn she was.

"Oh god.. Did I embarrass myself?" She sighs, her heart dropping as Matt shrugs in response.

"I mean.. I had to carry you out of the party because you refused to leave. You also said I was holding you hostage. You're very annoying when you're drunk." He chuckles, memories of the night prior resurfacing in his brain.