Surviving My Brother's Best Friend [ON HOLD]

What is happening to me?

A/N
Dedicated to ThtOneMjrPttrhd . Thank you so much for your thoughts on this story. Your review was really helpful.

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I pulled my legs closer to my body as I wished that somehow the earth will open up and swallow me inside!

Yes I remembered the last night very clearly.

What in this universe was I thinking?

Damn it!

I woke up first in this house, took some Tylenol, and when last night's memories surfaced... Let's say I'm killing myself with embarrassment.

How am I supposed to face William now?

Do I act like I don't remember anything, or do I face him and tell him I was too drunk, or tell him that I might like him a teeny weeny little bit?

Just then I hear footsteps on the stairs and I my first thought is: Shit, is that William?

I immediately straighten up and act casual as I leaf through the Vogue issue.

I turn around hoping not to see William.

And I don't. It's Lissa.

"Hey good morning." I greeted her cheerfully.

She smiled and made her way to me.

"Morning. How was last night?" She asked looking at me suspiciously.

I immediately look back at the Vogue and answer,"Probably good. I don't really remember."

I dared to look up at her and I know that she knows I'm lying through my teeth.

"Oh how about I help you remember a few things?" She said as she slipped her phone on top of the Vogue.

There's a picture on the phone.

Not just any. But William and I dancing. If it was not going to land me into trouble, I would have admired that picture. It was perfect. Like a picture from a photoshoot. I was pressed against his back with William's hands on my waist. I was looking up at him, smiling, while he looked at me with such a locking intense gaze. Although I my hair were messed up and I looked totally drunk, the picture was amazing. It was a perfect evidence of my venture. Thanks to the portrait mode on iPhone 7.

Suddenly Elena Coats began singing in my head.

With you I'm a beautiful mess...

"Anything Grace?" Lissa asked.

"I was drunk!" I defended myself, my eyes still on the photo.

"Do you or don't you feel something for him?"

I looked at Lissa. No way I could lie to her. So I told her the truth.

"I don't know Liz."

She smiled and said,"Finally some truth. I understand you are confused. Take your time."

"I don't -- " But I was cut of by the presence of the man himself.

He looked at us surprised and scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed. Of course he remembered last night.

His eyes landed on me. But I didn't look away.

"Umm.. good morning ladies." He said.

"Good morning William. Had a good night?" Lissa asked.