What the Heart Wants

Chapter Seventeen

Why did he have that? How did he get it? Had I… slept with him? A million questions were swimming around in my head and it took me a few minutes to collect my thoughts before I finally managed to stutter out, “W-w-why…”

“Why do I have it?” He finished for me. I didn’t trust myself to speak so instead I just nodded my head up and down like an idiot. “Do you really not remember?” He asked with a puzzled look on his face.

“I don’t even remember how I got home last night let alone why you have my underwear!” I said snatching the thong out of his hand.

“Well I walked you home last night,” he said whilst giggling. “And then, things got pretty out of hand…” he said trying to stifle his laughter. I immediately flushed red.  

“Oh just spit it out!” I was getting more impatient by the second.

“Well when we got home you sat on the couch and said we needed to talk, but less than a minute later you’d totally passed out. Well, at least I thought you had…” This did not sound good at all. “So I picked you up and started to carry you up the stairs and then, when I was about half way up, you started saying you wanted me to make love to you.” Oh my god, had I actually said make love? Cringe. “I laughed it off and told you to go back to sleep but by the time we’d reached the top of the stairs you were fully awake. You turned into some sex crazed monster saying you wanted me to ‘fuck the life out of you’ and shit. You started kissing me and taking off your clothes, throwing them everywhere. You pulled me into the guest bedroom and by that point you were in only your underwear. You started doing some strip tease and threw your bra across the room, don’t worry I didn’t look, and then you crawled on top of me! I pushed you off and ran into Sophie’s room to get you some clothes. I pulled a t-shirt over your head when I got back and told you just to go to bed. You eventually gave in but wouldn’t let me leave without a ‘souvenir’. So you took off your thong and threw it at me. I gave it back but you must have slipped it in my pocket somehow because I found it when I got home,” he finally finished. He was in hysterics by the end but I on the other hand was not so amused. I was mortified to be exact.

“I really did that?” I questioned, my voice sounding soft and weak.

“Yea but don’t worry, it was kind of hot,” he said with a smirk. “Oh and the thong was super hot,” he added with a wink.

“Um…” I didn’t even know what to say to that.

“So do you not remember anything about last night?” he questioned with a look of sadness.

“Well I remember some parts, but other bits are a bit blurry…” I said a little embarrassed. I knew he was trying to find out if I remembered our kiss. Maybe things would be easier if I just told him it was a drunken mistake that I’d completely forgotten about?

“Do you remember hanging out with me?” he continued with a gleam of hope in his eyes. He looked so adorable, I couldn’t lie to that face!

“Oh yea, it was the highlight of my night,” I said back a little too flirtatious. Dammit Lucy, you have a boyfriend!

Alex took a few steps closer to close the gap between us and snaked an arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him. He then whispered in my ear, “Well that’s good.” His breath felt hot on my neck and it caused shivers to run down my spine. My knees turned to jelly and I prayed they wouldn’t give in. There was something about him that made me lose all control. He pulled back a bit so we were face to face and I found myself getting lost in those beautiful brown eyes of his like I’ve done so many times before. His face was inching closer to mine and I found myself glancing down at his perfect lips. Our noses brushed but then Brian popped into my mind and I forced myself to push him away.