Deer in the Headlights

Part 81 - Compromising Positions

[Adam's POV]

“Adam-“

“Adam the toast’s ready!”

“No- come back...”

I groggily blinked open my eyes, adjusting the fragile retinas to the dusky morning light of my bedroom. Beside me, Brielle gripped my body a little tighter and sighed softly, murmuring half heard scraps of words against the sterile white fabric of my bandages.

Bless her heart she’s talking in her sleep.

A smile uncontrollably worked its way to my face as my sluggish mind came round to what she was doing, my amusement almost bubbling over entirely as the realisation snowballed out in front of me almost leaving me in a fit of giggles beneath her. Though somehow I held my tongue; she looked peaceful even if dreaming pretty heavily, I figured it best for now to leave her be.

Of course that left me stuck for a while.

Brielle was currently laid against me, head sat placidly on my chest while the rest of her body cuddled up to my left side.

As if she knew I was watching, she stirred fitfully in her sleep, frowning a little and clenching her fists gently before slipping straight back into slumber, blissfully unaware of the world around her.

I smiled again and leant my head back to the soft pillow behind my head. For at least this brief speck in time, everything felt right. Me and Brielle were together, cuddled up just like times gone by, we were so deeply in love. And one of us still deeply in slumber. I bit back more laughter and cosied myself into the folds of the duvet.

It really is all ok.

Even the way Anders is stood there watching over us. It’s nice he cares.

...

ANDERS!

I shot upright as far as my back would allow me, my eyes bursting open to stare in absolute shock at Anders who was most definitely stood in the doorway of my room.

For a moment we both stared at one another, silent.

That was until my mind finally kick-started. “Oh my G-God... Anders I-I’m so sorry- I can explain! I-It isn’t what it looks like!” I stammered in pained gasps; though I wasn’t going to back down now, my entire spine was tingling and writhing like I couldn’t believe.

Again silence fell as Anders stared evenly back at me.

I felt my heart sinking. God help me I’m not going to get out of this one. I was starting to panic, limbs trembling and heart racing, sweat rapidly beading my forehead as my whole situation quickly began to unravel before my eyes. Although I didn’t dare to look down, I was sure that my chest was visible and that he could quite clearly see that I didn’t have a shirt on- That was if he could see past Brielle who was still clinging onto my ribcage; smile spread across her face as she slept on without any knowledge of what was happening.

Our position was far from believable.

“Tell me later Adam, I’ll be downstairs lad.”

I was shook from my worry as Anders spoke for the first time, his words steady and neutral, no emotion shown or no inclinations given.

All he did was smile once, and leave the room.

Leaving me sat in shock because of what had just transpired, still shakily getting back the breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding.

Jeez I’m in for it now. Could I have possibly been caught in a more uncompromising position?   I thought as I fell back onto the warm bed and left out a deep huff.  Although now I thought that, I realised it could’ve been a lot worse- I had to count my stars that we were just sleeping, not actually engaging in any sort of activity, whether that be kissing or other-