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Enemies with benefits | eight

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Chloe slowly woke up, her head pounding. She groaned while she felt that her head was about to explode, and she opened her eyes carefully, shutting them almost immediately. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀She turned around, her eyes still closed, but when she felt a warm body next to her, her eyes opened abruptly. She noticed her bare chest and sat up straight, pulling the blankets close to her body to cover herself up a little bit and she screamed, as loud as she could. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Ricky, who was laying next to her woke up immediately, and he jumped up, almost falling out of bed. Luckily he had his boxers on after what happened yesterday. Chloe scanned the room, the grey wall, the nightstand with the two pictures... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Fuck. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Ricky?" She asked in disbelief. He went with his hands through his messy hair and stared at Chloe, who pulled the blankets to her bare chest, not daring to move a little bit. "What the hell?" He asked, looking around, putting his one hand against his head, trying to stop his head from pounding. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀They stared at each other for a while, and Chloe put her hands before her eyes, holding her breath. "Don't tell me that this actually happened last night. Tell me that this was all a dream, please." She said, shaking her head in disbelief. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Ricky swallowed and pressed his lips on each other, eyeing the blonde in his room up and down. They made eye contact for a moment, and suddenly Ricky noticed that Chloe wasn't wearing anything. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"I uh..." He said, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "Maybe you better take a shower first?" He asked, clearing his throat. "You know what? I'm going to go downstairs... I guess." Ricky suggested, standing up and walking out of the room. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Chloe bit her lip and sighed deeply. How could this ever happen? Did she really have sex with Ricky Garcia? Why out of all people with a Z? And especially him? She grabbed her bra and underwear from the ground, but her crop top and shorts were nowhere to be found. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀So she sighed and took a hot shower, brushed her teeth, and grabbed one of Rickys hoodies out of his closet to put on, along with some sweatpants. She put her wet hair in a messy bun, but it still felt like her head was going to explode while she walked down the stairs, towards the big kitchen. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Ricky had put on sweatpants as well, but still no shirt. Not that Chloe minded, because his tanned body was quite well-shaped. "Good morning" Ricky said awkwardly, taking out two glasses and a bottle of water. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Chloe took a seat at the kitchen table and Ricky handed Chloe a glass of water, along with an analgesic for her hangover, and took one himself. He sat across from Chloe and stared at her, but Chloe kept on looking down. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀