Broken Embrace

Chapter 8

In the morning I woke up to an unfamiliar room, this room was much darker than mine. I looked around the room assessing its features. The walls were a dark blue color and the sheets weren't my usual white flowery ones, they were black.

I felt something heavy around my waist, restricting every movement that I tried to make. There was someone behind me, breathing on my neck. I could feel the heat radiating from their body and from the muscly arm I'd take a wild guess and say that whoever it was behind me was a male.

What if someone kidnapped me or worse?

I started to panic, was I drugged? I couldn't feel any pain so I think I can cross off rape. All I can remember was that damn party that I should've never gone to. The last thing I remember is dancing with Dylan.

That's when it hit me, I'm in Dylan's room, in Dylan's bed, with Dylan's arms wrapped around my body. Oh god, what the hell happened last night?

As soon as it dawned on me I shot up or at least attempted do but Dylan's hand tightened around my waist and weighed me back down next to him.

"Dylan get off!" I whisper shouted, making sure that nobody heard me. My plan was to get out of this house as fast as possible so that nobody noticed me- especially Alec. I can't believe I let myself sleep here, what were you thinking Lily?

"What if I don't?" He asked, his voice still raspy indicating that he too just woke up. I couldn't take the proximity of his body to mine. It was like my back was super glued to his chest. Even though I wasn't facing him I felt embarrassed and felt the heat creeping up to my face. I was actually thankful that I wasn't facing him because if I was, I would probably have to hide under the covers to cover my red cheeks.

"I will hit you where it hurts," I warned him with a serious tone making sure that he knew that I wasn't joking. He immediately took his arm off of my waist. When I sat up, my head was pounding and I was starting to feel dizzy.

"What the hell happened last night? Please tell me that we didn't do anything," I questioned him putting my hand on my head, still sitting on his bed because I was feeling too dizzy to get up.

"Well, we did a lot of things. You need to be more specific," he said with a sheepish smirk on his face. I couldn't help but overreact, the questions that were running through my mind were far from calming, as they should've been.

Nothing happened Lily, you're smarter than this. You know wrong from right.

Are you smarter though? You knew it was stupid to drink but you still did it.

My mind was a battle field,  just as I tried to calm myself down, I started questioning myself. Why the heck can I not remember anything?

"Dylan I'm not in the mood to be joking with you right now. My head is killing me and I feel like I'm about to throw up. So just tell me what happened last night," I demanded, fed up with him. While I waited for an answer I started to look around the room for any clues as to what might of happened.

My clothes were all on me so I'm pretty sure that we didn't have sex, not that I'd want to or anything but my mind starts to think weird things in weird situations like this. I looked at the floor where we were sitting last night. There was an empty tequila bottle next to an empty Jack Daniels bottle. How much did we drink?

"You probably can't remember much because you're a lightweight and your head hurts because you've got a hangover and no sadly we did not hook up because even when you're drunk as fuck, you somehow still manage to say no to this," he said, pointing to his abs. I only now realized that he was topless and holy shit his abs were sexy. I was almost drooling over them when he cleared his throat to get me out of the trance. He had a grin on his face and when our eyes met he winked at me in a seductive manner.