Life in Vegas || Brendon Urie

Chapter 39

I woke up the next morning to the sound of the shower running. It was still dark outside, so I wondered why Brendon was already up so early.

It had stopped raining, but a few residual droplets sat on the glass and window sill. I sat up and cracked the window to let some pleasantly cool air in, then lied back down in Brendon's spot. The pillow he used smelled faintly of his shampoo. I nuzzled into it as he emerged from the bathroom, with only a small white towel around his waist.

"Well good morning," I murmured, my voice slightly muffled from the pillow.

Brendon jumped and hastily held his towel up. "Shit! You scared me."

"What, did you forget I was here?" I joked.

Brendon smirked and shook his head. "Of course not."

I sat up. "Why are you up so early? It's five in the morning."

"I was awake, and just figured I would get my shower out of the way so you had time to get ready."

I smiled and laughed a bit. "I'm going to go back to my room to get ready, but thanks for being thoughtful. Listen, I'm not getting out of bed for at least another hour. Put some clothes on and lie back down."

Brendon's smile practically lit the room by itself. It was cocky, but still a smile.

Having no sense of shame, I watched as he pulled on some boxers and discarded his towel in the basket. I turned my eyes away as he rotated back toward me, so as to not seem like I was staring, even though I was.

Brendon clambered into the bed beside me. I returned my gaze to him and sighed a happy breath.

"Last night was great, you know," Brendon whispered against my shoulder. I was lying on my back with the covers pulled up to my neck, but he was slowly removing my shelter. Goosebumps sprung along my arms.

"Yeah," I agreed, nerves leaking into my voice. For a reason I couldn't put my finger on, I felt exposed. I hadn't ever felt this way around Brendon. Am I making the wrong decision? I asked myself.

Gingerly, I pulled the duvet back to where it was sitting on my collarbones. Of course, I could just get up and get dressed, but I knew I didn't want to leave.

I tried to close my eyes, but Brendon had different ideas. He exposed a patch of skin on my neck and pressed his lips to it, sending sparks shooting down the length of my body. I shivered, feeling a wave anticipation mixed with anxiety.

Images flashed behind my eyes of David and I in the beginning stages of our relationship, when everything was slow and sweet, the way Brendon treated me now. Further torment reminded me of how quickly everything went south. What if history repeated itself with Brendon?

I sighed. I knew well enough that the image painted in my brain was outlandish; Brendon wouldn't do that to me. But I couldn't be convinced.

"What's wrong?" Brendon asked, now propped up and looking down at me.

I averted my eyes. "Just tired."

"No, that's not it," he rejected my excuse. "Second thoughts?"

I faked a yawn, as artificial as it was, and told him again, "I'm just tired. But, I should be getting ready soon. I'm going to head back to my room."

Brendon frowned, but replaced the distance between us as permission for me to leave. "Okay."

I got dressed as quickly as I could. I didn't feel like I was being watched, which made it easier. "See you later," I said, then left.