6:15am. That’s what my phone says as I roll over to turn the alarm off. I Love LA blasting this early in the morning might be good to wake me up, but if Wesley heard it through the wall, I’d be screwed, and not in the good way. I know it’s probably paranoid to think he can hear what I’m doing through the walls but it’s really not all that far of a stretch since I heard him last night.
The moans were almost too much for me to handle, knowing that some other girl was probably over there and I’m stuck over here pinning after a guy I know I’ll never have. I finally fell asleep at one this morning and I groan as my feet hit the floor.
“This is what you want.” I tell myself.
It is what I want though, to be living my life in LA away from my childhood home and living my dream. I just hate that practice starts at 8 in the morning and since I have no idea how to get where I’m going I need to leave at least 45 minutes early. That gives me an hour to get ready and that’s plenty of time since I don’t really have to do much.
I’m feeling Lucky Charms for breakfast and since I went shopping last night I have a whole box ready to be opened in my kitchen. As I walk into the kitchen I stop dead in my tracks, there’s a giant spider in the middle of the floor. I have a deathly fear of spiders so without even thinking about it I let out an ear piercing scream and back against the wall.
I can’t seem to move until I hear a pounding on my front door and a familiar voice comes through the door.
“Ash, open the door!” He calls and my heart stops beating for a second as I register his voice.
I run to the door and somehow manage to get the door open with shaking hands, revealing a disheveled looking Wesley in just sweatpants that hang low on his hips. He looks so panicked and I’m confused as to why. Did something bad happen to Keaton and he needs my help? Questions run through my head until he speaks and I’m brought back to reality.
“Are you okay?”
His voice is full of concern and I’ve forgotten all about the spider in the kitchen. All I can think of is the poor girl in his bed who is going to wake up to him missing.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
He looks at me like I’ve grown a second head and speaks slowly as he tries to figure out why I’m okay.
“You let out the loudest scream I’ve ever heard. And I’m in a band. The girls at concerts don’t even scream that loud. Why the hell did you scream if you’re okay?”
Everything suddenly comes back to me and I shake my head before looking down.
“There’s a spider in my kitchen and I’m deathly afraid of them. Sorry if I woke you.”
He laughs. He’s laughing at me for being scared of a spider? That’s a bit of an asshole move.
“That’s it? A spider? Jeez, Ash. I can kill a damn spider. I thought someone was trying to kill you.”
Relief spreads across his face and he walks into my apartment, closing the door behind him. He walks into the kitchen and quickly kills the spider, disposing of it and then turning back to me. I don’t realize I’ve been staring until he laughs again.
“See something you like, babe?”
He smirks and my heart flutters. Of course I see something I like, you’re standing in my kitchen shirtless with low hanging sweats, dumbass. Before I can even come up with a witty response he’s speaking again.
“Don’t be shy if you do. I quite like what I’m seeing right now too.”
I look down to see what I’m wearing and instantly blush. The white sports bra and black spandex shorts that grace my body probably show off way too much skin for a second impression, but I was dressed to go to practice. Instead of accepting his compliment like I should, my mouth speaks before my brain can catch up.
