Mystery Girl.

chapter 15.

Briar's POV
I didn't handle alcohol with ease. I mean, I would either et migraines or really tipsy, there wasn't really an in between. This time was different. We spent the night dancing, singing karaoke and he serenaded me with his guitar. I burst into tears, I felt amazing. Someone singing a song, just for me. It was a moment that couldn't be forgotten. We then got into bed and snuggled up together. I made it clear I didn't want sex, and he was okay with that. He respected me and didn't want to do anything that I didn't want him to. I turned to the side, drifting off into a sleep. One of his arms was under me and one was over lapping my body. He stroked my back and up to the hallow of my neck. His gentle touch must've sent me to sleep. He then fell asleep not long after. I couldn't remember much after that. It was all a blur. I didn't want to know every detail, though. I was happy with the memories I had of what was easily the best night of my life.

Remember I said I didn't handle alcohol very well? This statement became the case the next morning at 6am. I leaped from Myles grasp into the bathroom. I collapsed infront of the toilet and started to vomit up all of the alcohol from my system. I didn't drink often and this was usually why. I wanted to please Myles so I went through with it, for him. The next thing I know, a figure is standing in the doorway. "Morning, beautiful." He said, his voice still husky from the persistent vodka drinking the night before. He then walked closer to me, pulling my hair back as I coughed and vomited into the toilet of his en suite. He wiped my mouth and ran a warm bubble bath for me then put the kettle on for a nice cup of coffee. He knew I only liked black coffee, no sugar or milk. "I can't think you enough." I said to him. "Don't even worry about it." He said, handing me my warm mug of coffee. I sipped it, surprised that he had got it down to a T. "Mm! Just the way I like it." I exclaimed. No one ever made my coffee the way I liked it. I was glad that he did, I really needed it. I slipped into the bubble bath and spent a long time in his bathroom, making myself look presentable once again. He let me put on his baggy, navy hoodie which was the comfiest thing I have ever worn. Why are boys clothes so much comfier? Ugh. I wish I was a boy. He was on his laptop at his desk, looking at the school website. "Hey! It's a weekend! Why are you on the school website?" I said, my hair in a loose messy bun. "I'm looking at the water sports trip. Wanna go?" He said, flashing his puppy dog eyes at me. I sighed. I couldn't resist. "When is it?" I asked, approaching the computer chair and plopping myself onto his lap. "Next week." He said with a toothy grin. "Alright." I agreed, pinky promising him that I would go. This pinky promise seemed significant to him, like it was something that could NOT be broken.