The Comet Cafe

Chapter~18

I woke up in Alex's bed, not knowing where I was for a minute. It then all came back to me.

I just slept with Alex. (Not in that way, you perverts.)

I giggled slightly and turned to see Alex sleeping soundly with his arms tightly around me. I sighed.

He stirs now and I'm worried I woke him up. He mutters in his sleep. He then moves his leg on top of mine and adjusts his arms. My breath hitches in the back of throat.

Is this real?

I pinch myself and curse, because, yes, this is real, and, damn, that hurt.

"Mmm, Jules?" I hear right in my ear. I turn again, unconsciously wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Hey."

"Good morning," He says, more clearly now. His voice is raspier than usual and I very much like it. "Want some breakfast or something?"

"Sure." I say nervously. Because, really, what do you say to your best friend that you secretly love and just woke up next to? I'm forcing my brain not to overthink this situation, even though it's hard.

"Okay," He smirks, rubbing his fingers across my bare skin at my waist. I realize I'm still wearing the clothes I wore yesterday and my hair is probably a mess. Alex doesn't seem to mind.

"I don't want to get up." He says, running a hand through his shaggy hair. I move my hand and place it above him, testing the waters. My fingers start playing with a strand.

"You really need a haircut." I keep playing with his hair. The day I've dreamed about has finally come. His eyes close and I run my whole hand through his hair. He opens his eyes again. Even in the dark room, his hazel eyes glow as if he was a werewolf or something. They startle me with how much emotion they hold. But, it's like he can turn it off. He sits up and stretches. His shirt moves up and shows me that strong stomach of his.

He looks down at me suddenly and I quickly close my mouth to prevent it from drooling. "Do you need, um, clothes or something, because I don't... I haven't had a girl sleep over in so lo-"

I interrupt him. "Nah, I'll be okay, I guess." I really want to wear his clothes, though.

"Jules. You're wearing a tank top. At least let me give you a sweatshirt or something." He says, more of a demand than a suggestion. He climbs over me and gets out of bed. I sit up now and move my feet over the edge.

I continue to protest because I think it's the polite thing to do. "No. Really, I'll be fine. I might-"

"Here." He tosses a big hoodie that he found in his closet at me.

"Thanks." I smile in defeat, but pull it over my head anyway. It smells like detergent, mostly, but there is some Alex coming through. Meanwhile, Alex swaps his shirt with a hoodie, too. He has to stop doing this. He can't just think it's alright to change in front of me with a body like that. It's too chiseled to be real! One day, I'm gonna jump him and it won't be my fault. It'll be his because he insisted on changing in front of me all the time.

"Let's go make us some breakfast!" He exclaims excitedly. He clapped his hands and rubbed them to together.

"Um, us?" I ask, following after him. "Who said anything about me making breakfast?"

He turns around swiftly, almost making me bump into him. "Aren't you a little snooty this morning?" He asks, voice full of sarcasm, but his expression says different. He walks in the kitchen quickly, like a mean girl who just sashayed away. I laugh while he looks through the cupboard.

"Toast?"

"Ehh."

"Cereal?"

"Meh.