Moonstruck

30 | messing with my head

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RIVER

"Ow!" there goes my pinky toe.

Hissing through the pain, I try to be the quietest possibly as I get dressed into last night's clothes. Yeah walk of shame incoming.

Nash is dead asleep on the bed, his head over his hands, exposing his sexy back muscles while the sheets are wrapped around his torso.

I'm not sure what time it is exactly, since my phone went out of battery, but if I had to guess I'd say around six or something in the morning.

Campus isn't too far long from the boys' house so I might still be able to get some proper sleep. Classes will be pure torture today.

Anyway, when I reach for my boots I curse myself mentally. Couldn't have chosen more painful shoes, did you?! Ugh.

Cursing myself mentally for it, I sigh to myself and grab them by the heels. Mental note: bring comfier shoes next time, beauty might be pain but my dignity doesn't need to go in vain.

Remaining silent, I close the door behind me and tiptoe my way downstairs. My eyes roam the surprisingly clean living room and kitchen, wondering how—

"Why am I not surprised." Dex startles me.

Stumbling back, I shift my glare to the guy. I know it's his house and all, but standing against the counter in the dark, at six in the morning, is a little creepy.

I hold a finger, "You didn't see me, Dexter Reyes!"

"I'm not even here." he shakes his head.

Waving him off, I grab my phone and call a cab because while the distance isn't much, I'm not crazy enough to walk all the way there.

"River." his voice makes me stop, yet again, and turn around to lift a brow at him.

Pressing his lips together, he points a finger to my feet and I frown looking down. Oh yeah. I'm kinda shoeless, as in refuse to use the torturing heels.

"Not a heels user, not allowed to judge!" I defend myself because I must look really stupid right now, whatever as if he never got caught sneaking out.

He probably hasn't. That's Dex after all.

"I'm not," Reyes reassures, his tone sincere even though I see a hint of amusement in his gaze, "You can grab a pair from the shoe rack."

Following his gaze to the entryway of their house, I notice a few sneakers tied up in there. While it's pretty tempting I don't want to overstep.

I scrunch my nose, "You don't have—"

"They're Nash's." he says before I can finish and to be honest I'm not sure that's better, "He's got at least three pairs of the same style, it's fine."

"Okay, but if he comes for me I won't hesitate to put the blame on you," I warn jokingly, kind of, not really.

Bobbing his head in a 'I will take my chances' nod, Dex goes back to his coffee. I mutter a small 'thanks' before moving towards the door.