Love's A Bitch

Chapter 11

HEY GUYS, SORRY IT’S BEEN A WHILE, SO I CHANGE ONE OF THE CAST WHICH WAS AMARA. SHE USED TO BE SARAH SHAHI BUT I CHANGED HER TO BLANCA SUAREZ. I JUST FELT THAT SARAH SHAHI WAS TOO OLD FOR THE ROLE OF AN 18 YEAR OLD TEENAGER. I’M SORRY I’VE BEEN CHANGING THINGS AS I GO BUT I DON’T MAKE UNECCESSARY CHANGES. THE CHANGES I MAKE ARE FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE STORY

My eyes snapped open when the sound of a toilet flushing was heard. I was lying on a bed, in a blue and red room with grey accents here and there. The bed was king sized with blue blankets and red pillows. 

I squeezed my eyes shut before taking a peek under the blankets, but let out a sigh of relief when I found myself wearing a Patriots t-shirt and nothing else. I racked my brain for memories of last night and images of the snake, Northshore guys, Reed, the cliff and then nothing else. 

“You’re awake,” I hear Reed say as he stands at the entrance of the ensuite bathroom in his room. My eyes nearly bulge out of my head when they land of his six-pack abs and his very low jeans exposing that sexy v-line thing that guys have. I start thinking of all the dirty things I would love very much to do to him.

I hear him chuckling to himself and quickly avert my eyes away from him. 

“What time is it,” I ask as I squint my eyes from the sunlight streaming in through the windows. I shoot out of bed when I see the alarm clock on the bedside table reads 1:42.

“Relax, why are you in such a hurry?” He asks with amusement in his voice.

“My dad’s getting home at three and the house is completely trashed. I’m so screwed,” I moan as I hold my head in my hands.

“Chill, I’ll just help you clean up,” He says as if it’s not a big deal.

I get out of bed and search the room for my clothes, before realization hits me. I was wearing something foreign, something that wasn’t mine. 

“How did I get into this shirt?” I question suspiciously.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t touch anything. But I must say you have an amazing body,” he says with a wink.

I feel my cheeks burning from the gesture. He tosses a pair of jeans and sweater that looked like they belonged to a female. They were almost my size, just a size or two smaller. I scrunched my nose in disgust, worrying that they belonged to one of the many girls he had had over. I had a feeling I’m not the only female to be on his bed.

“They’re my sisters." he states as if reading my mind. 

I give him a sheepish smile and walk to the bathroom that he just so happens to be blocking.

“Excuse me?” I ask with my head hung low.

“Seriously? I thought we were past this Amara, it’s not like there’s anything I haven’t seen,” he says with a big smirk on his face.

Knowing that he wasn’t going to move out of the way, I sigh and turn away from him and pull the shirt over my head. My heart was racing as I realized that I was standing in Reed Meyer’s room in just my bra and panties. I proceeded to pull the sweater over my head when when I felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around my waist.

He started planting wet, sloppy kisses up and down my neck. I instantly dropped the sweater, from the sudden electric spark that he sent up and down my body. Reed spun me around by my hips and placed his lips on mine. 

It felt as if the world stood still. I felt his hand caressing my waist as he gently pushed me backwards onto the bed. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he ran his hand through my hair. We break apart, gasping for air. He leans his forehead against mine before giving my nose a quick peck.