One Temptation

Good Morning (Chapter 44)

I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing madly on the nightstand.

I groaned, eyes still shut as I buried my face deeper into the pillow.

My body shifts slightly and I'm met face to face with West.

His body was pressed up against mine, chest firm against my back, and arm casually draped over my waist.

His breath was steady and soft, tickling the back of my neck. My whole body stiffened as the full reality of the situation hit me.

I'd stayed in West's bed last night. Slept with him—not like that, obviously—but still, there we were, tangled up in his sheets.

How did I end up here again?

I shifted slightly, trying to ease myself out of his hold without waking him, but his arm only tightened around my waist.

He let out a low, sleepy groan, his lips brushing lightly against the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

For a second, I thought about ignoring the phone altogether. It was Saturday, for fuck's sake. Whoever was blowing up my phone could wait.

I groaned again, trying to shift away from West's hold, but his arm tightened.

"Mads, your phone's having a seizure," his voice came out hoarse, muffled by sleep.

"I know," I muttered.

West sighed behind me, "Are you gonna get it? Or should I just throw it out the window?"

I sighed, finally managing to free myself from his grip. "Tempting offer, but I should probably check."

Reluctantly, I grabbed the phone, squinting at the barrage of messages. Most were from the group chat, people recapping the party last night, but a few were from my mum.

I sighed, my head throbbing from lack of sleep as I typed out a quick reply to her.

"You're really not a morning person, are you?" West murmured, his voice rough.

I glanced over my shoulder at him, finding his eyes half-open, his hair a mess of dark curls against the pillow.

He looked rough—sweaty, his skin slightly flushed, and definitely hungover. But still fucking gorgeous.

"I could say the same about you," I shot back

"I feel like I got hit by a truck." he groaned.

"You look like it too," 

He sighed, shifting onto his back, one arm thrown over his eyes. "Ugh. How bad is it?"

"Not great," I said,

My body felt heavy, the weight of last night's exhaustion settling in.

He groaned, "Can I have some water please?"

I ran my fingers through my hair, "You'll need more then just some water."

"God bless you," West muttered, making me laugh, I then slid out of bed and headed downstairs.

As I walked I couldn't shake the strange flutter in my chest.

Waking up next to him, it felt so casual.

Comfortable. Too comfortable, maybe. We'd shared a bed once before, and it felt completely normal.

I grabbed Advil from the cabinet and filled a glass of water, my mind wandering back to the way his body had felt pressed against mine.

Madison stop.

By the time I returned, West had thrown an arm over his face, as if the effort to stay conscious was too much.