The Best Kept Secret.

-22- Wasted Time.

-Hey. I'm half drunk today still so forgive me if this writing is complete and utter crap okay? I think it's a good chapter, but i'm the author so i could be biased. Kyle dragged me to a party and I did shots. Lots of them.

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p.s. Song Of The Day; JLS Feat. DEV - She Makes Me Wanna

I felt content. Unbelievably content. Alex’s arm was around my shoulder, while I lay half on his chest, drowsy and satisfied, nearly asleep. His fingers stroked over my shoulder, and down my arm, the action repetitive as he’d been doing this for the last ten minutes. His breathing was steady and as I peered up at him, his eyes were closed, framed with his perfect, long dark eyelashes.

It was comfortable, not like the times with Matt. Matt was the type to roll over and sleep, if we ended up waking up the next morning snuggled together, it was because one or both of us had gravitated towards the other in our sleep, but Alex had pulled me close almost immediately. We’d sat in silence and let our breathing calm, feeling sleep take over.

I’d felt guilty before, as he carried my upstairs and lay me on the bed, crawling over me, our lips attaching hungrily. He’d noticed.

“Your single now, Charl. You don’t have to feel bad about this anymore. You’re single, so don’t you deserve a little fun? Some happiness?”

He was right. And now I didn’t know why I’d even felt that way. What we were doing didn’t feel wrong, so it shouldn’t affect anything.

I knew I was smiling as my eyes drooped closed and flickered, taking a deep breath in as I rested against his warm body.

Just as sleep was dawning on me, the loud, obnoxious ringing of a cell brought me back to reality. Yawning, I felt Alex moving underneath me, reaching over the side of the bed, towards where he’d discarded his jeans.

All of a sudden, it wasn’t so silent in the room, Alex’s loud cussing exploding as he missed the call and as he scrambled out of his bed, pulling up the mess of our clothes from the floor.

I sat up, with the blankets against my body, my hand running through the tangle I called my hair, wondering what the matter was.

“Fuck!” Alex exclaimed for the hundredth time, gathering our clothes all together, dumping the pile on the bed. “We gotta get ready. Kayla’s coming over.”

My face dropped and I grabbed at every item of my clothing, pulling it on as quickly as possible until I was dressed and out of the bed, smoothing my hair and wiping at my make-up just in case she caught us.

Hopefully, if she did we’d be able to play it off as just hanging out.

“How long did she say she’d be?” I asked, trying to find my other shoe in his room. I didn’t know where the hell it’d fallen off.

“15 minutes.” He was looking round, back in his jeans but still half-naked, obviously looking to find his top. “Fuck, you seen my shirt, babe?”

“Desk.” I pointed, spotting the light blue hanging off the corner. “Shoe?”

“Try by the door.” He glanced over, shrugging on his shirt and straightening it out, his hands ruffling his hair back into the normal messy style.

“Got it. Right, guess I should get going then.” I muttered.

What do I do? Walk over and hug him? kiss him? Just leave? Christ, this is not the best time to be confused and awkward.