Inertia

8

Mack's pov

I woke up, rubbing the sleep off my eyes. I scanned the room realizing where I was, my parent's bedroom. Well at least where they'd sleep if they ever come over again. Either way it had been years since that happened.

Last night's events came flooding into my brain as I remembered why I hadn't slept in my own room.

Holden.

I rubbed my head, what was I going to do? Should I mention it or pray he doesn't remember. I wished for the latter, things would just get awkward if he remembered.

It was just a drunken mistake, his mistake, it's not like I kissed him back. I just stood there like I couldn't defend myself. I should've pushed him off the second he put his lips on mine but for some reason I didn't and my brain was way too fried to dig deeper into that. I know I'm not gay.

Why am I overthinking, one event in my life isn't suppose to change everything, I'm still the same old Mackenzie.

Nothing has changed.

I got up and left the room, I locked behind me, thankful that the keys were still in my back pocket. I walked back to my room and stopped at the door. Would Holden still be in there? Even so there's nothing to be afraid of, am I afraid?

I pushed open the door and walked in. I paused as I watched a sleeping Holden, he had somehow found himself buried under all my blankets. His hair looked wild, spread out on my pillow like that. I stepped closer, not sure if I should wake him up, even if it was such a cliché thing to think, he looked very peaceful.

He shifted in his sleep and I noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt, where was it?

I found it on the right side of the bed on the floor. I could only hope that that was all he took off since he was in my bed.

Making up my mind I decided to wake him up, I wasn't quite sure whether his parents would be worried by now.

He stirred a little after I shook him for the secondth time, I tried again but it seemed like it wasn't working because two seconds later I heard light snoring, who would've guessed he was such a deep sleeper. Or maybe it was all the drinks he had last night that made him so exhausted.

"Holden" I said softly whilst pushing his shoulder lightly, I stared at my hand which was laying on top of his shoulder, his skin was so smooth...

What the fuck?

I quickly pulled away , momentarily zoning out as I held my hand towards me, why was I so awkward? I hadn't realized that he had woken up until I slightly jumped when I met his confused eyes on me.

"Mackenzie" he murmured , groaning into my pillow while pulling the covers off of himself. He sat up, his legs hitting the floor.

"Morning" I grimaced at how unsure I sounded, why did I feel so awkward, did he remember anything about last night?

"My head hurts like a bitch," he winced holding his head, he paused looking around "where's my shirt?"

I silently gave it to him. Watching him get up and standing to his full height was an odd experience for me.

Why did he have such a lean body, he didn't look like the type to work out but in all honestly I didn't really know much about him but I looked away when my eyes started staring at his chest for too long.

Maybe I was high, maybe someone had spiked my drink last night and I was completely losing my mind, either way I wasn't acting like myself,

"What happened last night? I can barely remember a thing" he laughed lightly behind me,