High Buns, Suitcases and Cigars

High Buns Suitcases and Cigars | 15

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I squinted, the sun blazing painfully into my eyes. All of my joints ached as I tried to push myself into a sitting position.

I noticed Rowen asleep beside me, lightly snoring. His shirt was off, and I couldn't but help and look at his chest. My eyes skimmed over the detail of his six-pack and how buff his arms were, rippling slightly, but not to big. I felt embarrased to be checking him out in his sleep, as if I was invading some sort of privacy.

Stretching, a loud yawn escaped my mouth. I clamped my mouth shut, looking over at Rowen to see if I had awaken him to see he was already staring me.

"Uh, hey there." I said, embarrased that he possibly caught me checking him out.

His mouth formed something between a smirk and smile as he pushed himself onto one elbow.

"Hey to you, too." I couldn't help but blush at his morning voice. His morning voice was sexy, and I could tell it would be a weakness of mine.

Stray pieces of hair flew into my face. Pushing them back, I quickly realized that I slept in my shirt and underwear.

And I was on full display for Rowen to oogle at.

Embarrased, I threw the covers over my lower part, blushing.

Rowen smirked. "I liked the view. Plenty to see back there."

I glared, muttering a measly shut-up before hopping out of the bed.

Well, more like "tried" to anyway. His sheets tangled around my feet as I tried to jump off, thus causing me to crash to the ground headfirst. A groan escaped my lips as tried to unsuccesfully untangle myself from the sheets.

Rowen's face came into view, trying to hold back a laugh. "Need help?" He asked, reaching down as if he was going to help.

I nodded my head, about to grab his hand when he suddenly pulled it back.

"Then get up your fucking self." He snarkly said. But it was more playful, the meaning behind it meant to be joking, not hurtful.

Huffing, I managed to untangle myself - and quite ungracefully. He was already out the door and headed down the hallway, saying he was going to take a shower.

I took this as time to relax and enjoy peace and quiet, but a nagging voice urged me to do a little snooping around. I knew he was hiding something, and though it wasn't none of my business, I felt that I had some right to know. It was his private life, but still.

Checking to make sure he wasn't lurking, I searched his room high and low for any interesting piece of evidence. After ten minutes of rummaging, I was about to give up, when I caught the end of a newspaper peaking out from under his mattress.

Yanking it free, I read the rather disturbing headlines printed boldly on the front page.

"Father of fourteen-year old Rowen Lancoster, charged with murder of wife and sister and abuse to son. Also believed to be apart of a mass-murdering spree two months ago."

Author's Note: And Voíla! A piece of his backstory revealed!!!