ONIKA
I woke up in Beys arms and immediately smiled. Somehow throughout the night we switched from being on our sides to me lying on her chest with her on her back.
That extra warm feeling that went through my entire body or the butterflies fluttering in my stomach weren't unfamiliar anymore. It all felt too good, so it wasn't surprising that it scared me at first.
Everything felt so natural. If it was anybody else touching my waist or lower back, I probably would've been freaking out, but with Bey it felt like her hands were supposed to be there.
Even as drunk as I was, I knew exactly what I was doing when I got into bed with her the night before.
The boy I met at the club, James, and I actually had a very enlightening conversation once we got past the fact that I wasn't interested in him. Before I even mentioned anything about my confusion towards Bey, he assumed she was my girlfriend just from the way I was talking to her.
We were both so drunk that it seemed that we were having different conversations at times, but by the end of the conversation I realized that him sneaking extra food even though his wrestling coach tells him not to was actually pretty similar to what I was going through. I had to stop letting outside factors keep me from being happy, just like he was doing with his extra pancakes.
A little cuddle never hurt anybody, and I slept way better when I slept with Bey.
I adjusted my positioning to get more comfortable and that was all it took to wake her up. She started to move around and took in a deep, long breath. I felt bad for waking her up because she seemed so peaceful, but I was also glad I didn't have to stay extremely still.
Before she even opened her eyes, both corners of her lips turned up into a smile. "Morning." She spoke with a voice raspier than usual since she just woke up.
I had no clue how she knew I was awake too, but I didn't question it. "Good morning."
I expected myself to panic, or pull back, but I didn't feel any less calm with her awake.
She moved her hand that was on my back higher up on my body, like she didn't mean to have them that low. When she finally opened her eyes, I immediately looked away. Eye contact would've been too much, and I was barely managing the butterflies as is.
She put her hand under my chin and lifted my head up while worriedly searching my face. That didn't do anything but make my butterflies worse. "Are you okay?"
I knew what she meant by asking me if I was okay. She was asking specifically about the fact that we were cuddling, since I disappeared for two days the last time we did. "I'm fine. Are you? You drank a lot last night."
My birthday was in a couple months and I was terrified. If they celebrated me the same way they celebrated Bey, there was no way I'd survive the day. They were feeding her shot, after shot, after shot.
She chuckled. "I think I might still be a little bit drunk, honestly. I can't believe I drank that much last night, but that was also exactly how drunk I wanted to be. I had a time last night, but now my head is spinning like crazy."
"Do you want me to get you some medicine or water?" I'd been there before, I knew it wasn't pleasant.
She shook her head no and tightened her grip on me. "I don't want you to move, you're too warm. I'll be alright."
I couldn't help but smile. "It's okay, I'll come back. I promise."
"Fine, but be quick." She moved her arm off me and then groaned when I started to get out of bed.
