My Heart In Your Hands.

I've Got A Secret.

I woke up held so tight against Chris that I almost couldn't breathe. He was holding onto me like if he let go, he would die. I couldn't help but find it extremely adorable. Chris is so cute when he sleeps.

I shimmied my way out of his grasp and tried to search around the room for my clothes.

I was trying to be quiet, but it was so dark I couldn't see anything. I ended up kicking a shoe. The shoes then hit the wall, making a loud thud, and Chris groaned.

"Kari?" He said in his extremely sexy sleepy voice.

"Hi," I said.

"What're you doing?" He asked and I could hear him moving.

"Trying to find my clothes," I responded.

"Okay," he said and went quiet.

"Chris?" I said after a few minutes.

"Hmm?"

"Where are my clothes?" I asked. He sighed.

"I don't know, come back to bed," he said. I didn't listen, though. I kept searching. None of my clothes were found, but I found Chris' shirt, which was big enough to cover everything I needed to cover, and my phone. I walked downstairs and practically ran to my car.

I was glad that it was still slightly dark outside and hopefully no one was awake. As I grabbed a cigarette from the console, I looked at my phone. '3 New Texts', it read. All from Manny. I went to my messages.

Manny: Hey. Are you okay?

Manny: Kari, where are you?

Manny: Call me, please.

I sighed and pressed call. Speed dial number two. The phone rang a few times Then suddenly, a very groggy Manny answered, "Hello?"

"Hey."

"Kari, are you okay? Where are you?" She questioned like a concerned mother.

"I'm fine. I'm at Chris'," I responded.

"Oh really?" She said suspiciously. "Why are you there?"

"We were watching movies and fell asleep," I said. I wasn't technically lying, I just left out the whole sex part.

"Yeah. Right. Anyways, when are you gonna be home?"

"In a little bit, I'm still exhausted," I responded as the sun started to peak over the horizon.

"Okay. And in case I forget later, Happy Birthday," she said. I sighed dramatically.

"Don't remind me," I said and hung up. Birthdays start to suck when you're in your twenties.