Match Maid in Hell

Chapter Nineteen

Good news:

Tumor Removal

That's all I'm saying. I might tell more on the other book.

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My eyes felt heavy and I craved to stay in bed longer. A slight pain appeared in my head and I couldn't help but wince. 

This pillow was different. It was warm... but not as soft as a pillow. Still comfy though.

Was I still drunk?

I forced my eyes open, blinking several times to keep myself from falling back asleep. It didn't take me long to take in my surroundings. If my eyes hadn't been open before they were wider than the grand canyon now.

I don't know how... but I was in Seth's bed.

My head was resting on his chest with my right arm sprawled across him. Yep, this was one hundred percent a dream. Definitely wasn't reality.

But yet his chest rose up and down, his breaths even. I didn't want to jump up to quickly and wake the beast. I slowly shifted my eyes to his face.

His eyes were shut and his breaths came out even, quietly. His usual frown was gone and he looked so peaceful. He didn't look like a demon that would break your leg if you were rude to him.

How could I do this? If I pushed myself off would he wake and feel that I was gone? How did this even happen? I had to focus on my breathing to stop any slight panic.

Then my whole body went rigid, "You're finally awake"

The moment the words came from his mouth, I sat up and let out a small scream. I scrambled to the furthest side of the bed, wincing as a pounding pain appeared in my head. His eyes were now open and watching me closely.

"You were up?" I asked in shock.

He sighed and pushed himself up in the bed.

Do not look at his body.

"Yes, I was awake"

I blinked, "Why didn't you push me off....?" This shouldn't be the main question, I had a lot more.

"I tried. I pushed you off, you mumbled something then somehow, in your sleep, clung back on to me like a god damn sloth" He scowled.

I swallowed a lump in my throat, "Sorry" I couldn't believe I actually did that. Maybe he was lying, then again why would he lie?

"I'd cover yourself if I were you" He muttered, shifting his gaze away. My brow furrowed and I looked down. My stomach dropped when I realized my attire.

My face burned as I reached for the covers and hid myself in them. My chest began to speed up it's movements from my breathing pace, "O-oh my god... oh my god... did we....." My eyes widened, looking down. I wasn't sore. Weren't you sore after sex?

"Did we what?" His  returned his eyes to mine.

"Have..... you know... I don't know!" My voice rose. His eyebrows raised when he copped on to the question. His eyes met mine for a moment then a frown appeared.

"You said you wanted too"

I was going to pass out.

"I-I was drunk! Oh my god, why?! I don't remember anything!"

Guilt washed over his face, "You literally threw yourself at me, begging. I thought that-" He stopped his sentence and looked down.

I couldn't even feel bad, "I'm so confused, I'm not sore! Why am I saying this out loud?! Oh my god" My eyes flicked around the room. I lost my virginity?! I couldn't even remember.