Desolation

twenty seven

Noelle's POV

I woke up feeling extremely uncomfortable. I opened my eyes slowly and immediately knew that I was in an unfamiliar room. I looked down at myself and realized that I was still wearing my clothes from last night which caused me all the discomfort. Sleeping in jeans was fucking awful. Where the fuck was I?

The sheets around me had an earthy and woody smell to it, somehow that seemed a bit familiar to me. I sat up in the bed and ran my fingers through my hair. I had no recollection of last night. All I remembered was going to the bar and downing drinks. Did Luke end up leaving me at the bar or some shit?

I slowly got off the bed, taking small steps and as soon as I was out of the room, I knew exactly where I was. I walked towards the kitchen and stopped when I saw him, standing shirtless in front of the refrigerator looking for something.

"Morning," I said while clearing my throat.

He turned around at the sound of my voice and smiled at me. He looked like he had just taken a shower. His hair was messy and a little bit wet, his green eyes light and all sparkly, his shoulders were broad and his chest was hard along with his well defined abs. His jeans hung dangerously low on his hips which allowed me to see his v-lines and the little trail of hair that ran down from his belly button and disappeared into the band of his boxers.

I had seen pictures of him shirtless before but him actually standing there in front of me without a shirt had me fucking distracted as hell. I was finally brought out of my trance when I heard his voice.

"Good morning, how are you feeling? Do you have a headache?" he asked while shutting the refrigerator door. He went and stood in front of the kitchen top, chopping some shit, I wasn't too sure.

"Nope. My temples hurt just a little bit but other than that I'm all good," I walked to the island and sat down in one of the stools.

He turned back to me, looking surprised as hell and then walked to stand on the opposite side of the island, "Are you serious? You were absolutely drunk last night and you're telling me you don't have a killer headache?" he raised his eyebrows.

I smiled at him, "I have my ways," I said in a sing song voice.

"Tell me how," he leaned his elbows on the island and looked at me curiously.

I rolled my eyes, "You drink a glass of water between every drink and you won't have a hangover the next day," I mentioned simply.

He hummed while looking like he was thinking about something. "Did you take the advil that I left for you?" he suddenly asked.

I shook my head, "I didn't know where I was and I wasn't gonna take pills without knowing what the fuck was going on."

"Smart," he remarked before reaching into the refrigerator again and handing me a bottle of water, "Drink up."

I opened the bottle and downed nearly half of its content. "So care to tell me what happened last night because I still don't have a clue," I said in between taking sips.

"Well I brought you here, in case you didn't already figure that out yet," he stated and I rolled my eyes. "I went out to have some drinks with my friends last night and I saw you. I can't tell you how I worried I got. You were all alone and so drunk, I told Luke that I'd bring you home. He wasn't too sure about it but you were all up for it so I guess he let it go and then I brought you here because I didn't know how to get into your house," he explained.

"I'm gonna have a little chat with Luke later on and why the fuck did you bring me? That's his duty and wait, did you fucking drive my car Stephen? I swear to God if you did--," he cut me off while raising his hands in surrender.