Fake Tales

Chapter 7- Complications

Chapter 7- Complications (continuation of earlier dream)

When I woke up again hours had past; the sun had risen fully and Greg's previously dark room was filled with light. My eyes were complaining, but at least that throbbing headache I'd had earlier had gone now. I lifted my head off Greg's bare chest and glanced at the clock. 10:30. How was I going to get out of here without anyone noticing? At least I might be able to get out of here without waking Greg this time. Judging by the steady, rhythmic rise and fall of his chest: Greg was still fast asleep and I planned to keep it that way.

I swung my legs out of the bed and sat up on the edge.

"What a nightmare" I muttered under my breath, covering my face with my hands.

"Nightmare's a bit harsh Mad"

My eyes shot open beneath my fingers, why did he have to be such a lightsleeper?

"I think you just make more noise than you think" Greg smirked.

"I can't believe I just said that out loud" I groaned in embarrassment.

Greg chuckled, that stupid infectious laugh that got him everything he wanted. "Stop being so adorable" He whispered, but I was too mortified to speak. I felt the bed move and knew he had sat up too. He gently pried my fingers from my face one by one, smiling face now only inches away from my own.

My heart skipped a beat at how close he was and I cleared my throat in an attempt to pull myself together. I had been such an expert at ignoring his charm and good looks, for as long as I could remember, but now I'd been so close to him. Well.... now I could hardly think straight. I cursed my obvious lack of self control.

"Greg can we just forget this ever happened?" I asked sharply, annoyed as he smirked at me in reply. His hand reached out and traced my jawline, touch so light it was barely there.

"Greg!" I cried, but he didn't remove his hand. His fingers were now preoccupied with my hair, leaving a burning in their wake.

"You want to forget it?" He said, feigning upset and I scowled at him.

"Yes" I said insistently.

"Can't we just finish what we started?" He asked, voice low and husky. He had completely disregarded what I'd just said. My heart immediately went into overdrive at his meaning.

"You want to....with me?" I spluttered out, confused and blushing.

"Lin you're not as innocent as you make out" He murmured, his hot breath hitting my face. He could not have been more wrong about that. I was still a virgin for goodness sake. His eyes raked over my expression intently and the power of his bright blue eyes drew me in like a honeytrap. The thought made me pull away and shrug off his hand from my hair because Greg was a trap. One I didn't want to get in.

"You want me to fuck you and forget it ever happened?" I asked indignantly. He really was unbelievable: how could he think it was that easy?

"That's exactly what I want Mad" He smirked cockily, his previous surprise at my words fading from his face. Suddenly I wanted to smack that look right off his face, what kind of girl did he think I was?

"Well you're not going to get it" I said firmly and Greg's eyes flashed in impatience, but he hid it well.

"I'm going to go next door and have a shower. Hopefully forget this ever happened" I said firmly and I was proud at how steady my voice was. I swept the cover off myself and headed for the door.

"Fine" Greg said, perfectly calm and I smiled. Good, I thought. He was going to let it go like I wanted him to. I couldn't sleep with him and become one of those girls.