Since I Don't Have You (Guns N' Roses - Duff McKagan)

Chapter Sixteen

Waking up with a bit of a headache, I rolled over to see that I wasn't laying in my bed, let alone in my own room or apartment. I was elsewhere and what made it worse? I wasn't alone. Did I take a good look at the person at first? No. I was trying to figure out where in gods name I was, because it wasn't home. As if someone had come along and slapped me in the face, I remembered that I had went over to Axl's to drink with my brothers and Izzy. I couldn't drive us home, so we all decided we would stay the night. But from around an hour before midnight, everything got very hazy and I couldn't remember much. Feeling whoever was in bed beside me reach out and touch my waist, I rolled back onto my other side to feel that I had pushed myself right up against them.

"Oh baby." They moan against their pillow, groping my around my hips and waist area.

Trying to roll over in order to face whoever I was sharing a bed with, I was completely surprised to see the patch of blonde hair sprawled out on the pillow. I recognised the peroxide blonde locks anywhere and the lanky frame that laid on his side facing me. My eyes lingered over Duff's bare chest to see that he only had a sheet covering his hips and by the looks, since I had a clear view of his snail trail, he was naked. I didn't even remember Duff being over at Axl's place, unless he came late last night. I had no idea, but I had a pretty good idea that he was naked below the sheet. As for myself? I was completely naked too. Did Duff and I have sex? I had absolutely no idea.

Duff moved his arm, let out a small sigh before he swiped his hair from out of his face. He slowly fluttered open his tired eyes and stared over to me. "Morning baby." He murmurs softly.

I didn't move, I just stared at him trying to figure out when he turned up, how we got here and if we really did have sex. Because I had no recollection, none what so ever.

"Morning." I reply.

Duff let out a groan as he shifted, shuffling closer to me. Stopping only inches from me, he reached up and caressed my cheek.

"You have no fucking idea how much I've missed this." His soft eyes trailed my face, taking in all of my imperfections.

Before I could talk, Duff brought his face in close to mine and kissed me. The kiss? It took me way back. To the mornings we used to spend together laying in bed, waking up with the sun rays creeping in through the curtains, a french kiss to start our day together. Those were beautiful mornings and something I could fondly think back to, but I hadn't even thought about them in years. It was too hard thinking about them because it tore my heart to pieces.

Duff tore his lips away from mine and stared lovingly at me. The way he looked at me, had my heart going nuts. I missed this too, but it was also a little overwhelming as it reminded me of old times. I couldn't do it, the memories were just too much and having Duff looking at me the way he was, my eyes began to fill with warm salty tears. I couldn't stop myself, not when I was hungover and my head already hurt bad enough without having to deal with past memories being kicked up.

Duff's eyebrows scrunched up and he's loving expression disappeared and was replaced with one full of worry.

"Shell?" Duff raised himself, propping up using his elbow beneath him.

"I'm sorry." I shook my head and sat up, as I did, I felt my head suddenly spin.

Duff sat up immediately and brushed the strands of hair that were falling all around my face. "What's going on? Was it something I said?" He asked softly, trying to work out why I was tearing up.

I shook my head and let out a small sob. "No, nothing you said." I tried to swipe away my tears with the back of my hand.

"Then what is it?" He frowned, cupping my cheek and trying to wipe away my tears with his thumb.