Last Love

Chapter 13

I search my laptop for something to do. I'm very bored and I can't go to sleep because the boys are practically screaming right outside my door. It's almost two in the morning yet my gut tells me that they won't be piping down any time soon, and I doubt my mom will even come home to tell them to shut up.

I let out a frustrated sigh and roll over, struggling to get comfortable. I play music from my phone so quietly that you can hear it but it still distracts me from the barbaric noises coming from outside me room.

"Fuck!" someone hisses and I jolt awake.

"Hello?" I call out to the darkness.

"Shit, sorry it's me. I didn't mean to wake you." Nate says, slightly slurring his words.

"What are you-," I pause to yawn, "Doing in here?"

"I wanted to see you." He says, allowing himself to slip into my bed.

"Oh..."

"Can we spoon? I've never spooned a girl before, but I have forked a girl!" he says enthusiastically.

I roll my eyes to the darkness but allow Nate's arm to wrap around me. I drift to sleep to the smell of beer off his breath but his sweet cologne off his shirt.

The burning heat is what wakes me up. Nate has got me pinned to my bed with his limbs and I'm to weak to lift his heavy muscles off of me. Thank god my phone is within reaching distance. There's a text from my mother at three forty five this morning alerting me that she won't be home until the afternoon, which is sooner rather than later.

"Morning, baby." Nate's raspy morning voice coxes in my ear. It makes my entire body vibrate and I'm desperate to turn around and kiss him but I'm positive that my morning breath will send him to his death bed.

"Morning, I'll be right back" I say scurrying out of bed and into the bathroom attached to my bedroom. I brush my teeth quickly and fixed my smudged make up that I was too lazy to remove last night. I am defiantly not a morning person- I look hideous.

When I look back into the mirror, I see Nate's reflection staring back at me.

"You look so sexy in the morning." His eyes raking down my body, pauses briefly at my ass.

He strolls over to the toilet and whips himself out.

"Nate!" I screech shielding my eyes.

"What?" he asks innocently, bouncing his eyebrows and flashing a wolfish grin.

He reaches over to stoke my face but I swat him away, scowling at him.

"You will not touch me until you have washed your nasty hands."

He playfully sticks his tongue out at me but does as I command, lathering his hands in my foamy peach scented soap.

Nate follows me out of the bathroom swatting my behind before lunging his incredible body onto my bed, making the bedframe bash off the wall. He rolls onto his back and stares at the ceiling.

"I should probably leave your room but I really don't want too." He sighs.

"I don't want you to leave." I confess, lying down on my bed so I face Nate.

"You're brother would have my head if he found out about us."

"Yeah he would be pretty pissed, so we need to make sure he never knows."