Writer's Block (Complete)

Chapter 9

  The Day After    

    I roll over, slam my hand down on my phone, blindly swiping with my finger to shut off the damn alarm. My entire body goes still when an arm wraps around my waist. Suddenly the night before comes back to me. Oh shit, what have I done, I think as I lay there as stiff as a board.

"Umm.... Alex," I whisper to see if he's awake, a little nervous about waking him up. Was he half as drunk as I was? Will he think of this as more than just a one-night stand or will it mean more to him? Does it mean more to me?

I roll over toward him, watching him sleep. Ten years have changed his once boyish features into the hard rugged manly one's that I'm staring at now. He isn't a naïve boy anymore, I know that from the way he made sure I was pleased before he let himself find pleasure. Part of me misses the boy but the other part of me admires the man. Is it admiration or is it more? I ask myself as I lay there watching him sleep.

We're sitting in Alex's old beat up pickup truck, tangled in each other's arms, feeding the desires of two hormonal teens in love.

"My parents are away for the week." The words slip out of my mouth on a breath as my hands impatiently claw at his chest. Alex takes one hand off me to open the truck door before pulling me out. I wrap my legs around his middle kissing his neck as he carries me up the wide staircase that leads to my house, through the house and up the stairs to my bedroom.

Alex gently sits me on the bed. I climb up to my knees, removing my shirt and bra as I do, before tugging at my shorts. Alex climbs into the bed, our lips crashing into each other again. Our hands erratically investigating the other's body.

"Are you sure?" Alex breaths com ragged as the question floats between us. I simply nod in agreement.

I'm ripped from my memory with the sound of Alex's gravely morning voice.

"Stop staring at me, I'm awake," he grumbles as he rolls away from me and sits up in bed his head hung before he scrubs his hands across his face, wiping away the sleep. He stands up and pulls his pants on, of course, I admired the view of his perfectly shaped ass, who wouldn't. He turns toward me with his hands on his hips, just watching me as I lay there watching him. Soon he grabs his shirt off the floor and tugs it on. I sit up on my knees, letting the blankets fall to the bed, exposing my entire body to him, not really caring that I'm naked.

He slowly lowers the bottom of his shirt over his perfectly shaped abs before stepping closer to me. Damn He's perfect in every way, I think as he takes yet another step closer to me.

"Umm.... I need to go to work," He says standing firm, his expression unreadable.

I want him to stay, knowing that the minute he walks out that door things will go back to the way they were before. One drunken night of passion doesn't heal the wounds that leaving him caused. Hi gaze drops from mine before he walks away.

I lay back on my bed. Last night was amazing but how do I feel about it? Do I want it to continue and most likely ruin it like I do every other relationship or just call it what it was a one-night stand, a slip up brought on by too much alcohol and adrenaline? I don't even know what he thinks, how he feels. He could just feel like it happened and it's over. Maybe he's still so hurt by my leaving that things will never be the same between us but if that's the case then why did he hit Sabastian.

"Oh shit, Sabastian," I say out loud to myself as I jump out of bed. I quickly text Delilah and jump in the shower while I'm waiting for her to text me back.

I choose my outfit accordingly, knowing that I'll most likely be cleaning at the office. It doesn't take me long to throw on a pair of skinny jeans and a t-shirt with the words book nerd printed in brown lettering across my boobs. I slip my feet into a pair of tennis shoes and run out to my car. "Oh shit," I say when I see the empty carport and am reminded that my car is still at the bar.