Here's To The Hopeless

16: Guys Probably Put Him On Their Dream Board

I was conscious of a car door opening and my body being picked up. I lay limp for a second, too tired to move before I realised what was happening.

My eyes opened, adjusting to the darkness immediately, before looking up to see who was carrying me, my vision blurry from the alcohol I'd been downing.

"I'm awake," my voice was groggy and I cleared my throat, looking around at our surroundings and realising who's house I was at. I bit my lip out of nervousness as I saw that his car he'd just gotten me out of was parked in the driveway.

Drunk and high driving. Can he not put my life at risk?

"Cool." Sebastian didn't seem impressed or worried about me being awake as he continued carrying me.

"As in, I can walk." My voice was slightly slurred as I looked up at him, beginning to get annoyed at him for not putting me down.

He unlocked the front door and waited until we reach the carpet before dropping me, a wide etched smirk resting on his face comfortably. I swear that thing was always on his face.

"What was that for?" I rubbed my knee that I'd hurt and glare up at him, getting up, which proved to be difficult as a drunken mess.

"Clearly you're not very good at walking," he ruffled my hair and walked off down the hall, resulting in me walking after him, not knowing where else to go.

He walked into his room and I stood there for a moment, not sure if I should too. I thought about it before walking straight in, if I wasn't meant to go in, he would have told me not to, I was sure of it.

But sure enough, when I looked at Sebastian, his shirt half off and I couldn't help but stare, there was a lot to look at after all. His pants were next and I suddenly realise what I'm looking at.

"Shit." My eyes shot away and looked at anywhere that wasn't him.

He just turned to me and chuckles, not bothering to cover anything up. I'd come to the conclusion that guys don't tend to bother or feel self-conscious about that shit.

He tsked at me and smirked, "I know I'm irresistible, but no need to spy."

"You know, for a guy who gets a lot of pussy, I'm not that impressed." I quoted what he said to me weeks ago, hoping it would have some effect on him. Of course in my drunk mind, I would think Sebastian even had anything to be self-conscious about.

Guys probably put him on their dream board.

"I'm just flattered you know I get a lot of pussy." he grinned and winked at me, and I suddenly realised that he had only boxers on.

I gulped and shut my eyes again after realising I was staring. "Just get dressed for fucks sake."

Aubrey, you don't get nervous about stupid stuff like this. You've seen plenty of guys without clothes.

"Can you put pants on?" I inwardly groaned at how dumb I sounded saying that. He just chucked again.

"Why are you nervous about that?" His eyebrows furrowed. It wasn't quite the smartass comment he would usually give, and it made me feel uncomfortable to answer it. I don't know why I'm nervous about that. "I'm not cracking onto you, babe."

There was the smart ass Sebastian I know and despise.

"Where am I sleeping?" He shrugged. "Spare room? Couch? Take your pick."

He laid down in his bed, not bothering to put the doona on. I stood there for a second or two until I was sure my eyes would remain off him, I began to speak. "Can you-- I mean where's the spare room?"

He points in the direction of it, "down the hall."

I left his room, practically banging my head against the wall outside. Did I actually just stutter my words?

I walked up the hall and sure enough, the room I was looking for wasn't long away from his. Walking in, I look around. There's not much in it, a bed, a bedside cupboard, a lamp and toys on the floor. I should probably add that the doona folded on the floor had Doc Mcstuffins on it, with a pink hearted blanket next to it.

I gave a half smile at the fact he'd had bought Marley things for when she came over. I wondered just how much she stays the night, and why? I don't think it was because she chose to. You could see her love for Sebastian loud and clear but there was something off.

I took off Sebastian's sweat pants knowing I'd be hot and laid down softly on the bed, pulling the white blanket over me and seconds later falling into a deep sleep.

My eyes lazily opened and I blinked a few times, looking around at my surroundings in the darkness. A confused look ponders across my face for a moment before I realised where I am.

I got up from the bed, holding my head as I do, looking in the bed to find my phone and check the time. My hands felt nothing and I groan. I probably lost it last night.

Fuck. Last night.

I stretched as I got up, my throat dry and my eyes begging to fall back asleep. I trudged to the bedroom door and opened it quietly, before heading down the hallway, turning into the kitchen to get water.

"Fuck!" My body collided with something and I fell back to the floor, landing on my bum, the glass in my hand falling to the floor and smashing. To be honest, I was 300% sure a murderer had just knocked me over.

"What the fuck," I heard the voice and looked up to see Sebastian looking down at me, before helping me up. "I forgot you were here."

He stood there still looking at me, hair messy and demeanour slightly less intimidating than usual.

"I was just getting a drink, I'll clean it up." I rubbed the back of my neck and crouch down to pick the bigger pieces of glass up.

"Go back to bed, I'll do it, knowing you you'll end up without a finger." Sebastian crouched down too, picking up the glass, before looking across at me. "Go back to bed."

I stopped for a second and look at him, not failing to notice his eyes trailing to my body. I realise I have no pants on, not even bothering to covering myself up and looking even more like a kid than I did earlier when he had gotten undressed.

"No," my eyes stay rested on his face as I tried my hardest not to let mine wander.

You're fucked, Aubrey.