Mexican Sniper (Kellic)

Chapter 04: What Song Do You Sing The Most In The Shower?

"What the fuck?" I whispered and then suddenly the realisation of the situation took hold in my mind. My eyes widened as I watched Vic's chest slowly rise and fall next to me. His eyes were still closed and he was still asleep and he looked so peaceful.

The raging headache in my mind made it hard for me to think clearly but I couldn't remember a single thing from last night. I remembered coming home and going to sleep on the couch, so how the fuck did I end up on the floor next to Vic?

I couldn't have fallen off the couch, because I was under the covers with my head on the pillow and Vic was sleeping far from it anyways.

Carefully, I lifted the sheet and stood up slowly, so as not to disturb the sleeping body next to me. I didn't want him to wake up, I wasn't sure if I was able to explain the situation to him. How the fuck had this happened anyways?

I cautiously stepped around the sheets and looked back down at Vic. His eyes were still closed and his breathing was even - meaning he was thankfully still asleep. Except, I was so wrong because just as I was thinking I might have gotten away with it, a small smirk tugged at the end of that fucker's lips.

"Did you really not think I wouldn't notice?" He smirked, his eyes still closed. If he hadn't smiled and spoke I would have believed that he was still asleep. "You know I'm trained to pretty much be alert all the time? Otherwise, It'd be so easy to kill me as I sleep."

"You could have just pretended to be asleep, you know." I mumbled. "I thought you were already."

He opened his eyes and looked at me, amused. "Well, now that's no fun."

"What happened last night anyway?" I asked, walking to the kitchen and leaning against the counter as I spoke.

"You mean before or after you tried to have sex with me?" He asked casually, his hands behind his head as if the question was as normal as asking to make him breakfast.

"What?"  I yelled, my head whipping up to look at him.

"Relax, I'm just teasing," he chuckled. "But we both know you'd like to."

"Vic!"

"Okay, okay," he smiled, turning his head to look at me. "I don't know, you fell asleep and then you woke up again and you were still so hammered that you wanted to come sleep with me because you were still cold."

"Again?" I muttered. "Wait and you let me this time?"

"No, but then you just came anyways." He was enjoying this so much. Fuck,  I wished I hadn't drunk last night. "I tried to shove you away but you were whining so much it was just easier to let you lay there next to me."

I felt my cheeks heating up with embarrassment at the events of last night. I can't believe I didn't keep my promise not to drink. I know how I am with alcohol, even though I can hold it pretty well - I completely lose my mind.

I rummaged in my kitchen cupboard until I found two aspirins and downed them, in the hopes that my raging headache would subside a little. Vic stood up, disappearing upstairs and I assumed he was going to go have a shower.

I found my phone in the back pocket of my skinny jeans which I had thrown away from me last night, in my drunken stupor. Luckily, my phone didn't suffer any damage from the violent act and when I switched it on a couple texts from Jack blinked back at me.

Wanna hang out later? (This includes Alexander)

That is, when Alexander has stopped throwing up.

Omfg Alex can't hold his alcohol. Who managed to get him drunk in the first place?

I would like to marry the person who got Alex drunk. To find my future love, we must figure out who it was.

It's been ten minutes, I'm thinking about this and pieces of last night are coming back to me and it might have actually been entirely Alex's fault - with a little guidance from me of course.

Okay so am I marrying Alex or myself?

Brb, going to propose to Alex.

I smiled at the stupid texts from Jack but after another wave of pain took over me, I declined his request to go out. Alex and I were the only two in the group who didn't drink as much as the rest, meaning the next mornings were like hell as our bodies weren't used to it.

I groaned, standing up and attempting to make breakfast for myself. I didn't bother with anything for Vic, because I was just having cereal today. I didn't feel up for making French toast or something like I usually do. I rested my head on my hand, the crook of my cheek falling perfectly into my palm like it had been molded there.

I swirled the spoon around the bowl, finding I was too lazy to even lift it to my lips. My head was pounding almost rhythmically and I was focusing so hard on not throwing up that I hadn't noticed Vic's calls for me.

It was only when he started shouting my name did my head pick up and I stood up, quickly running to the source of noise. I had no idea what had happened, he was a trained killer - it wasn't like he slipped in the shower or something.

When I reached the bathroom door, I hesitated hearing the running water and knowing that there was something I perhaps didn't want to see waiting on the other side. Perhaps.

So I knocked instead, and called Vic's name back to him questioningly.

"Kells? Yeah come in. Thank god, why the fuck did you take so long?" He said from inside.

I figured if he was inviting me in so willingly, then he must have been decent. I opened the door confidently, my mouth open and ready to start forming the 'why did you call me?' sentence, when I completely froze.

Vic stood under the running water, naked. He held a bar of soap in one hand and a loofah in the other.

"I forgot a towel, could you get me one?" He asked casually. I didn't move and couldn't even speak. I had completely come to a standstill.
Vic's eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"What?" He asked and it brought me back to attention. I snapped out of my daze and stopped staring at him, bending my head in embarrassment. My cheeks started heating up as I gazed at my feet, already forgetting what he had asked me to do.

"Um, what did you want?" I asked sheepishly.

"What? Not like you don't have one too," Vic said cockily. Which, wasn't the best word to describe it since that was all I could think of.

"What did you want?" I reiterated.

"A towel," I could practically hear his smirk. "Please darling, unless you prefer me like this obviously."

"No, I don't!" I yelled immediately, my head shooting up to glare at him before I then quickly caught myself. I might have reacted too quickly, and from Vic's growing grin, I was right. I also noticed his nakedness again and hastily averted my gaze.

"Kellin darling, a towel," Vic laughed. "Why don't you just join me, I mean you're standing there quite aimlessly."

"No!" I said again, way too quickly. He chuckled and I hated that I was letting him win. "I'll just, um get your towel."

I turned and left the bathroom in shame but he called back out to me, "that'll be lovely, dear."
I retrieved a towel and refused to look in his direction as I placed it on the sink, by the shower. I ignored all his offers to get in the shower with him and he teased me further by stating how we'd already slept together.

I retreated back into my bedroom, closing the door behind me, sitting on my bed and holding my face in my hands. I couldn't get the images of naked Vic out of my head.

The worst thing was that I didn't know if I even wanted to.