Infatuated With You (Guns N' Roses - Duff McKagan)

Chapter Forty One

Waking up with a startle, I woke up for two reasons. I was literally going to vomit my guts up and because I felt someone move in the bed beside me. Not having enough time to have a look at who was laying in the bed behind me, I leapt off of the bed and right into the bathroom. Dropping to my hands and knees over the toilet bowl, the vomit sprayed out and directly into the toilet. It was official, I regretted drinking last night. After vomiting up at least a litre of vomit, I let out a small cry and felt the tears roll down my cheeks. That was just gross. Wiping my mouth with a piece of toilet paper, I spat into the toilet bowl, hoping I could get the disgusting taste out of my mouth. Slowly raising to my feet, I pushed the flush button and turned around.

"Are you okay, Shell?" A voice and a person scared the absolute hell out of me. I literally jumped out of my skin and fell back and onto the toilet. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Duff apologised profusely.

"Duff!" I squeak in utter fright. "What the fuck are you doing here? Why are you here?" I asked, staring at him with golf-ball sized eyes.

Duff's eyebrows knitted together and he fidgeted his hands. "We slept together."

"What?!" I exclaimed.

"We didn't have sex, if that's what you're worried about." Duff's brown eyes met the floor.

I didn't know what to say, I couldn't even remember coming home last night, let alone how I did. Why we had slept together had me in a complete three sixty. He was supposed to be giving me time and space! But there he was, in my bedroom after we had slept in the same bed together. He didn't even last twenty-four hours after that small little request. Did I ask him to stay with me when I was drunk? I had no clue.

"No." I shook my head. "You're meant to be giving me time." I continued to stay on the toilet, staring up at him.

"I kind of figured that after what you said last night, that was out the window." Duff scratched his chin.

I wanted to slap myself in the face, I had absolutely no clue to what he was talking about. I was completely wasted. "What did I say that made you think otherwise?" I questioned, wanting to know what he was talking about.

Duff's gorgeous brown eyes connected with mine and his lips tugged into half a smile. "You told me you loved me." Duff replies in a confident tone.

My heart skipped a beat and I stared at Duff in almost dread. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't something I was ready to admit to him. So the fact that I actually told him, made me want to bury my head in sand. I guess the cat was out of the bag, I couldn't take it back now. Biting my lip, I removed myself from the toilet and headed over to the sink. I didn't know what to say.

"Is it not the truth?" Duff approached me from behind. I could see him in the mirror standing directly behind me.

Picking up my toothbrush, I quickly squeezed some toothpaste onto the bristles and ran it under the tap. Looking back in the mirror, I looked at Duff. He was looking at me as he stood right behind.

"Please Shell, I need to know." He slowly reached out and touched my shoulder.

Looking away from Duff, I nodded my head. "It's true." I say just before I placed the toothbrush into my mouth and began to brush my teeth. It was a huge relief to taste the minty flavour of the toothpaste, especially after vomiting up all of the alcohol and stomach acids.

Duff couldn't hide the huge smile he had as he continued to stand behind me. No doubt, my answer would have made his day. I was dreading it, it wasn't a relief for me. Like I said, I wasn't ready to admit it to him. I wanted to wait a while until I did, just because I just wasn't ready.