She's Coming Home

Chapter 14

~ She's Coming Home ~
Chapter 14

Lily's POV:

I get awoken by the feeling of my skin raising, chills spreading over my arms. I bury my face further into my pillow, realizing that I'm no longer covered by my duvet. I blindly feel for it, succeeding as I feel the soft material, tugging it towards me.

I huff as something holds it back, prying my eyes open so I can be covered by my damn blanket again. 

I grunt as my eyes meet a mop of curls beside me, the strands peeking out from under the blanket that is wrapped tightly around him.

A gasp falls from my lips as I scooch away from him, realizing that our legs were entangled together. 

Tom grunts at my action, rolling onto his stomach.

"Tom, you took the blanket." I complain.

I shake my head as he doesn't answer, deciding on getting out of bed. I glance at the clock, seeing it's 8:43.

I purse my lips as my eyes scan over the tangled mess of sheets, trying to find a path to get off.

Tom lays at the edge of the bed and me laying against the wall. His large height takes over the whole length of the bed, his feet partly dangling from the edge.

I sit up on my knees, starting to shift towards the edge where Tom is before I stumble on the unsteady mattress, my hands catching my fall as I lean down, pressing my hands on Tom's back by mistake.

"Ow, what are you doing?" He grunts.

"I'm trying to get out." I say.

"Then get out."

I grunt as I just decide to do what I have to do, my knee lifting to move to the other side of Tom's body, making sure it's steady on the mattress. 

My face heats at the awkward position, my knees astride his hips as he lays on his stomach.

I see his eyes peek open as he lifts his head from the pillow, turning his neck to glance at me, a smirk on his sleepy features.

My eyes meet the bruise along his jaw, the cup on his lip still evident.

I bring my other knee over with the roll of my eyes before lightly stepping on the carpeted floor.

"I have a headache." Tom tells me.

"It's called a hangover." I say.

Tom sits up on his elbows, his eyes scanning over my body before meeting my face.

I shift in place, suddenly self conscious.

"You've got tea?" He asks me. 

"I think so." I mutter.

When he gives me a smile and a nod, I take that as a signal that he wants some. I give him a weirded out look before slowly walking out from my room with my eyebrows raised.

What's making us suddenly get along a bit?

I get startled as I walk into the kitchen, Chloe sitting on the counter top.

"God, calm down." She laughs.

I take in her appearance, she's already dressed.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

"I have a job interview," She says simply and then asked, ¨Is Tom still here?¨

"Yeah," I say, "Want to know what he told me last night?"

She nods her head, so I continue.

"I'm the reason he got drunk last night. He felt guilty for what I told him about." I say, my eyebrows crossed as I open the fridge, only to shut it since I remember I came in here to make tea.