No Way Out

Chapter 10 - Decisions, Decisions...

(A/N: The A/N at the bottom was from yesterday... as well as the chapter after, and the one after... didn't want to upload at school >.< so here you go)

Chapter 10

I woke to pair of large arms holding the frame of my body, spooning it and keeping it in such a comfortable warmth. I blinked open my eyes, the sleeping dust keeping them stuck though. The room was dim, my head as if I had at least six shots of tequila and my eyes stung like I've never seen light for a thousand years. My face and body felt warm, hair sticking to my possibly deep pink cheeks and I felt hot and sticky as it is. 

I lifted my head slightly to scan my surroundings and heard a grunt from behind me. Turning my head slightly, I see a half asleep Sebb covering his face in my hair and breathing in it softly. I smiled softly at the adorable sight. 

I tried removing his hands, that were tightly wrapped around my waist, to get up and survey the damage around me. 

A sickening feeling settled in me. Oh no! What happened last night, what did I do? Did... Did anything happen between me and Sebb? With a quick glance in his direction, I felt better. We were both fully clothed. Okay, I breathed out a sigh of relief. We didn't do anything, thank god. So.... Let's recap. I threw a tantrum because I had nightmare, shivering as the memories reminded me of both the past and the horrid nightmare. I had an episode and Sebb tried to calm me down but I, obviously from the wreck that surrounded me, threw everything in reach of my fingers at him. 

What did I do? It looked like one of Hong Kong's infamous typhoon's came and hit my bedroom. The floor was filled with scattered debris, broken ornaments and other objects. It was a good thing the floor was carpeted... But it still didn't save some objects. Guess I'd have to go and buy new furniture soon...

Books were on the floor, turned over or just hanging off the ledge of the bookcase, pieces of glass stuck out on the side of the picture frame which no looked mangled and deformed, the lamp was in two, the iPod still okay but the lamp/docking station didn't quite make it through. Pillows hung on the sides of the small bookcase that surrounded the room, on the swinging chair on the side as well as the smaller ornamental and decorative pillows/cushions lay on the floor around and about. 

I shook my head and dug it back into the bed, curling up into a ball which Sebb still held onto. It was comforting, I quite liked it. Sebb moved his hard forward and nestled it in the crook of my neck, surprising me and making me gasp. His hot breath blew on my neck softly, tickling me ,yet making, me flush a light pink. It's a good thing that he was sleeping, otherwise he'd have seen me embarrassed. 

Soon, I needed the bathroom and as comfortable as Sebb's embrace was, I really needed to go. I struggled out of his grasp and as I left the bed, gently putting the covers back on him and picked a pillow off the floor and tucked it into his arms as a replacement of my body. As I was about to leave, tiptoeing away and trying to make as little noise as possible, a hand gripped my wrist, pulling me back and making me fall backwards. A small yelp left my lifts from the surprise and fear of falling down and hurting myself. 

I landed in a rather awkward position, where my face was directly in front of Sebb's, his hand still holding my wrist that I was uncomfortably laying atop of and his other arm wrapped my waist, his hand on the small of my back. 

With his eyes closed and in a husky yet tired and sleepy voice, he said, "Where do you think you're going?"

His hot breath blew across my face, smelling of mint and ice. That's odd, I wondered. Who wakes up with no morning breath? Then I didn't dare speak, afraid that I had morning breath. I once again eased my way out of his grasp and quickly pulled away before he could grab me again.