Fear

Chapter Thirteen

"You don't even remember your own name yet you remember him." he commented looking at me in the eyes. The way you would look at a book with an interesting cover.

"Help me forget?" I asked scooting closer to him.

"Payson-"

His protest were cut short by my lips and my wandering hands. The kiss was good and hot. He soon took dominance away from me and my hands weren't the only ones roaming." I heard people in the distance but I doubt any were looking at us.

"Take me upstairs." I told him looking in his eyes. They're so pretty.

"Are you sure?" He asked again.

"Yes." I said kissing his neck. He did as I wished.

                                                                                                               The Day After Pill

I woke up with a killer headache in my bra and undies. The room was dark and I was lying next to a bare body. I tapped the guy next to me while clutching the sheet to my exposed body.

He stirred a little before turning over to face me. "Well hello." he said awkwardly. He was gorgeous. He had dark brown beautiful hair. He looked like an innocent James Franco. His eyes were a pretty light brown and he had a dimple by his chin which you could only see if you caught him on a good angle. The angle of, 90 degrees next to him in bed.

"Did I," I paused as I mentally shamed myself. I never thought I'd be the one asking this question to a stranger. "Did we have drunken sex?" I blurted.

He smile a little. "I was completely sober." I opened my mouth to scream outrageous profanities at him when he silence me with a finger.

"Do you feel sore?" He questioned as he turned over to get some pills off the nightstand.

"No." I said looking at the pills he was now handing me skeptically.

He scoffed. "They're Aspirin. I'm not the date rape type. Thank you. And no. We did not have sex." He said closing his hand into a fist.

"I don't remember much from last night."I admitted lamely.

The events from the day before burned into my mind causing me to fume. Tyson.

"You were pretty hammered. You kissed me...well I kissed back." He admitted glancing at me. "You asked me to take you upstairs so I carried your drunk ass here and you pretty much fell asleep."

"How am I undressed?" I snapped.

"I locked my room door behind me. So no one was in here but you. You were dressed when I left."

"I sleep pretty bare honestly. I most likely did it forgetting where I was." I face palmed myself as I felt a cold breeze.

"Turn around?" I asked as I tried to stand to get dressed.

"I've seen it before..." He said stubbornly tuning to face the wall.

"You live here?" I asked trying to locate my shorts.

"Head board." He suggested without looking.

Gotcha!

"Uh thanks." I mumbled retrieving them.

"And yeah since I was a little boy."

"Age?" I asked looking for my sweater.

"18, lamp shade."