My Best Friend And I (#Wattys2017)

Chapter 12

Emily's POV

A throbbing pain in my head woke me up the next morning. Still too tired, I laid in the bed a little longer and that's when it hit me.

I was in a bed that smelled oddly familiar and there was a muscular arm wrapped around me. My eyes shot open and the first thing I did was check if I was dressed under the sheets. I didn't know if what I saw should've worried me or not. I was still in the panties and bra I'd worn the night before. However, I wasn't wearing a dress anymore. Instead, it was replaced by a t-shirt, that obviously belonged to a guy due to how long and baggy it was on me.

Dreading to see who the arm belonged to, I very very slowly turned around. There I was met with the face of my best friend. With a relieved sigh, I let my body relax once again and tried to remember the events from the night before.

The football game. The party. Aaron giving me a drink, which had turned out to be drugged. Us dancing. I cringed at that memory. Him leading me upstairs and kissing me. Jack knocking him out cold. Me falling asleep in his arms.

I was glad that he showed up when he did because otherwise, I didn't even want to think about what could've happened.

I love you, Emily. More than you'd ever know.

The words ringed in my head. I'm almost positive that the only reason he'd said the last part was because he'd thought I was asleep. However, I was almost asleep, which meant that I'd clearly heard him.

Was it possible that he said that because he was actually in love with me? No, that couldn't be true. The guy was way out of my league. He probably just sees me as his sister or something like that by now.

Emily stop it! He's definitely not into you. My subconscious scolded me.

I looked at Jack again. He looked so peaceful and cute when he was asleep. His brown hair was messy and some of it fell across his forehead, making me reach out and brush it back. His plump lips were slightly parted. Not able to help myself, I traced my finger over his left cheekbone, then went down to his sharp jaw, caressing the skin up to his lips.

Suddenly I had this urge to claim his lips like I had during the sleepover last week. Wait, did that mean that I had feelings for him? I mean, I obviously did, question was, were they just in a friendly way or was it something more than that.

As I'd mentioned, I had a crush on Jack when we first met but I thought that this was long forgotten. Now that I thought about it, it made sense why I wasn't completely heartbroken when Tyler basically rejected me and why my body was reacting the way it was to Jack lately.

Fuck!

Was I really in love with my best friend? I guess so. And the best part? I was in his bed, dressed only in underwear and one of his t-shirts, after being drugged and probably almost raped the night before.

Just peachy. I bitterly thought to myself.

After the shocking discovery I'd just made, I felt like I needed some alone time to let it all sink in and the start pitying myself because I had no chance to be with Jack.

Turning my head slightly to the right again, I noticed that his eyes fluttered open.

"Good morning, beautiful," he whispered in a husky voice with a lazy smile on his face.

"Morning, babe," I greeted back, looking into his eyes and instantly getting lost in the emerald orbs shining happily.

His arm tightening around me and bringing me impossibly close to him snapped me out of my trance. He placed a soft kiss on the tip of my nose, which caused blood to rush up to my cheeks. I quickly buried my head into his toned chest in order to hide my blushing face.