Back to Abi's POV
I woke up with Dominic's arms secured tightly around me. Blinking a few times, I stretched as much as I could with his arms blocking my movement.
I needed to pee.
Slowly, so that I wouldn't disturb him, I tried rolling out of his embrace. There was no use.
His stranglehold on my body literally prevented me from any movements. And it wasn't only my torso that was immobile. Our legs were tangled together, making a web out of which there was no way out. Biting my lip, I tried sliding one of my legs from between his. It lasted for about five minutes, but finally, I made it. Encouraged with my victory, I started trying unlocking his arms from around me, but they were way too heavy. Silently, I wondered how just one arm could weigh more than whole me, but kept wiggling gently, determined to make my way to this toilet.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I managed to untangle myself from him and get out of bed. Lifting the blinds, I saw that it was already light outside. Which meant it had to be morning. Remembering the last – and only – time I woke up in his bed, I searched for the clock I knew was standing on his bedside table.
11:24. Oh, wow.
Stomping around in the generally dark room, I searched for something I could wear in case a miracle happened and Max had decided to wake up before noon. On my way, I knocked my foot against the edge of the bed and bit my lip to prevent myself from cursing out loud. It hurt like a bitch. Freezing, I glanced over my shoulder to see if my scuffle woke up Dominic, but he remained as unmoving as a moment ago. Sighing quietly, I knelt down to pick up his t-shirt and pajama bottoms that by some miracle ended up together and were way easier to put on than my skinny jeans or coat. Walking on the tips of my toes, I silently slipped out of his room, closing the door behind me.
On my way to the bathroom, I inwardly winced at the slight pain every step evoked. Now, if anyone tries to tell you that a first time is all wonders and rainbows, don't believe them. It hurt then, it hurt now, and I was pretty sure it was still going to hurt tomorrow. Don't get me wrong, it was wonderful and there was no way in hell I was going to regret it, but... Yeah, well, sometimes we have to be realistic.
Barely four feet from the bathroom door, I was stopped by Max's voice.
"My my, isn't it Abi Hindley, performing the famous morning walk of shame?" He mused.
I turned around and found him leaning against the wall in the hallway. Instinctively, my hands reached down to the edge of my pants that kept sliding down with every move.
"Go to hell, Max."
Not the most creative comeback I could come back with, but I really needed to pee.
He laughed, crossing his arms over his chest.
"No need to blush, blondie, I've heard plenty last night."
And, of course, right at this comment my cheeks started burning like crazy. I was pretty sure he was exaggerating, but still, a little, teeny, tiny part of what he said could be true.
But he didn't stop here. Noo, why would he? Plastering his characteristic smirk, he went on cheerfully.
"You know, I didn't know your voice could be so high. Normally I don't like squeaking chicks, but I think it composed perfectly with Dom's low -"
"Shut up." I cut him off, suddenly wishing the ground would tear and swallow me whole. "Just shut up now."
Max's grin widened and my cheeks got even redder. When I saw him opening his mouth once more, I did the first thing that came to my mind.
YOU ARE READING
English Accent (The Accents #1)
Teen Fiction* under the process of being edited * What Abi Hindley hoped for coming from England to study in the US: a new, composed life in an unknown place with freshly met, new people. What Abi Hindley didn't hope for coming from England to study in the US:...