the worst guy

chapter 10

the next morning ~

naomi's pov

i slowly start to sit up. i start to realize that i'm not on the couch anymore.. i was in a bed. the sheets were over my body. as i looked to the side of me, i saw donald. did we do anything last night? i can't even remember. i really hope we didn't, because even if we did, i wouldn't have even remembered it. i must have fell asleep and he brought me in here.

he was shirtless, and snoring lightly. this man was even sexy while he was sleeping.  i was watching him sleep, the way his chest went up and down. he looked so beautiful. and peaceful. then i started to look at his defined chest, this guy had such a hairy chest, but it looked hot on him. which is very weird.

i really wished he would have kissed me last night. or i should've kissed him. but i can't. i can't possibly like him, in that way. i mean, sure he's so honest, handsome, funny, and sexy, but i can't be in love with him. and last night was so much fun. he gave me a kiss on my neck, and i almost melted. i didn't want things to go further though. i just consider him as a good close friend. i need to know him a bit better. but after last night, i found out so much about him.

i was drawn away from my thoughts as donald started to blink his eyes and wake up, "goodmorning beautiful." donald says, his voice sounded sleepy and deep. 

i laugh, "goodmorning donald, and by the way, why am i in your bed?"

"i didn't think you would want to sleep on that hard ass couch, so i just carried you in here. and by the way, you're so beautiful when you're sleeping." he says, closing his eyes, smirking.

"stop that." i said, running my thumb across his cheek.

"stop what?" he says, opening his eyes. the sunlight through the blinds was now shining on him, his brown eyes illuminating.

"calling me beautiful, and smirking afterwards. it makes me feel, weird." i chuckle.

"what do you mean? didn't justin call you beautiful all the time?" he said, looking up at me, with his head still on the pillow.

i was trying to think of an answer but donald doesn't like it when i lie to him, he gets mad if i do that.

"you know i don't like that." he said, acting as if he read my mind.

i sighed, looking down at the covers. donald eventually sat up, and scooted closer to me. "chin up, babygirl." he smirked.

i covered my face, "stop that!" i said, once again.

he grabbed both of my hands and put them down, "i hate you, for doing this to me."

"doing what?"

"i mean, you make me want to fucking kiss you, and-" he starts to bite his lip.

"and what?" i said, curious.

"and treat you right, babygirl."

"treat me right? what do you mean?" i knew exactly what he meant, i just wanted to hear it come from his mouth.

"i just want to protect you." he says, smiling.

i start to laugh, "oh, donald."

"girl, i've been dreaming about you lately. well, ever since the day we met." he said, yawning.

"oh really?" i said.