I peel my eyes open, my eyes feel so heavy, and they shut again. I rub my head against, what I thought was a pillow, but it’s not, it’s too hard. I feel a kiss on my forehead, who is kissing me on my forehead? I tilt my head up and peel my eyes open once more. I see his strong jaw line, sweet tender lips and beautiful eyes as he looks down at me. I inhale his scent, he smiles and I swear I never saw a smile as beautiful as his.
“Good morning…” he murmurs.
“Hi…” I whisper, allowing a smile to slip.
He giggles.
I shut my eyes, rubbing my head against his body, inhaling his scent. I tilt my head, facing up to him, opening my eyes. He looks down at me, so softly, he kisses me tenderly, when his lips hit mine, I feel a strange sense of happiness, a rush goes through my body, how does his lips do that to me? I push him away, this is wrong, what we doing is wrong.
“Waking up next to you, kissing you, this is so wrong.” I whisper.
“But you like it don’t you?”
“No.” I giggle.
“Yes…” he says, kissing me yet again, I push him away.
“No.”
I push away from him, sitting up in bed
“My head hurts…”
“That’s what you get for wanting liquid courage to face me.”
“I guess you right…”
I put my hands onto my face, moving my hands into my hair, its curly, why is it curly? I look down, oh God, I’m wearing a male tee, and it has to be his, why am I wearing his tee? Did he and I? Oh God, no. I lift the blanket, looking down at my bottoms I’m wearing boxer shorts, gosh. Why am I dressed in his things? Why am I so blacked out?
“Don’t worry, we didn’t have sex, as it states in the rules, no sex.”
“Why am I in your clothes?”
“Yours were wet, remember?”
“No! Last thing I remember is, making out with you, after our… arrangement, then I wake up next to you and I know, I didn’t drink enough to merit memory loss or a black out.”
“You are missing quite a big chunk of last night.” He narrows his eyes at me.
“Oh, Gosh, where are my friends?” I ask, climbing out of bed.
“They left you here.”
“You can’t be serious?”
He climbs ‘’out of bed and walks towards me.
“I’m afraid I am.”
“Fuck!” I say under my breath.
“Where are my clothes?” I ask.
“I’ll fetch it.”
“Why do you need to fetch my clothes?”
“The clothes are in the laundry, because they were wet.”
“Why were they wet?”
“You jumped into the pool, with your clothes on?”
“And my friends left me here? What else did I do?”
“You were dancing on the table and then when I took you off, and took you outside, you jumped into the pool.”
“I can’t believe they left me here and I can’t believe you took care of me.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“We just met, you barely know me, so I didn’t expect you to.”
“Well, I did, taking care of you is part of our… game.”
“Do you play this kind of game with all your friends?”
“No, just you.” he whispers, looking away.
“Why?”
“I don’t know I just have a strange need to be close to you.”
I smile, I can feel myself become flushed, and I look away. His fingers touch my chin, guiding my head up. My eyes, meet his, and I briefly look away, he makes me so shy.
“I’m not going to bite, unless you want me to.”
I giggle.
“I’m scared I might want you to.”
“It’s okay, I want to bite you, but I won’t not until you tell me to.”
“I need to get home.”
“I’ll take you, but don’t you rather want to spend the day with me?”
“I don’t have anything to wear.”
“Your clothes should be clean and dry, but I can buy you something.”
“No, you not buying me clothes, we first of all just met and I don’t need you taking care of me, I can take care of myself, I always have.”
“I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“Is your girlfriend not coming over today?”
“No, she went home, for a week or two, she has a photo shoot or a fashion show, I don’t know, honestly, I don’t care much, so you shouldn’t either.”
“Why are you dating her if you don’t care about her?”
“She allows me to do what I want and my parent love her.”
“You always so honest, it’s weird.”
“Would you rather, I lied to you?”
“No, I like your honesty, it’s a rare trait.”
“Would you spend the day with me?” he asks, and I want to scream yes, but my head tells me no, who do I listen to?
“It will be innocent fun, what is a game without fun Miss James?”
“Boring…” I say softly, to avoid detection.
“And we don’t want to be boring do we, miss James?”
“No…” I whisper, I hate that his right.
“Then it’s settled, we will spend the day together.”
“You are rather persuasive Mr Winchester.”
“Oh, indeed I am.”
