The Doctor Of East Hadena [MXM] [SERIAL KILLER] ✓

27 | MY FAULT

The next morning, I wake up before Dex. He's still completely wrapped around me, and therefore I have to go through the exact same process I did yesterday morning. Untangling myself from him isn't nearly as easy as it was before, though, so by the time I'm out, he's stirring.

When he wakes up, I'm still on the bed. I freeze as he starts moving around, cursing myself for not being more discreet. I really did not want to confront us spending the night together again first thing in the morning.

It doesn't take Dex long to notice me, and when he does, he looks confused. That only lasts for a few seconds before he seems to remember the events from last night. I see some color appear on his cheekbones, and he turns onto his back, covering his face a letting out a low, irritated noise. The first thing out of his mouth is;

"Sorry."

For some reason I find that mildly comical, but I'm more curious about certain aspects of our conversation last night. Most importantly: his plans for the day. It might be kind of serious if he wouldn't even specify when he was drunk.

I move closer, so I'm seated next to him with my legs criss-crossed. I reach over and grab his wrists, pulling his hands away from his face. He drags his gaze over to me when I do so, and I can't help but find shy and embarrassed Dex to be kind of...

Not cute. Definitely not. I don't even know where I'm going with that.

"Did it work? Did I help you feel better?" I ask him, though I'm pretty sure I already know the answer. I've helped in the past, clearly he came to me for a reason.

Dex hums, glancing at me. He seems kind of reserved, clearly not having forgotten our last sober interaction. It probably doesn't help that he's had time to think. "I guess."

I squint at him. He's downplaying it, I can tell.

I move even closer to him. Since he's still lying flat on his back, I just insert myself into his view frame. I can tell he's still waking up, and I look down at him for a moment. He quirks an eyebrow, not seeming particularly impressed with me. Yeah, I guess we're not on the best terms right now, since he's suspicious of me again.

Well... unless he's drunk, apparently.

"What?" He asks me, when I don't say anything.

"Do you remember anything else?" I ask in return.

Dex frowns, glancing at me warily. I watch him remove his hands from my grasp and put them above his head in a relaxed position, which strains his biceps. I can't help but stare, and I don't hear any of his response to my question.

"...Camilo."

I blink, turning my gaze back over to him. I find him looking at me with amusement, an upward turn to the corner of his mouth. He's trying to hide it, but he clearly found some humor in my distraction.