Love Is A Crisis

Anxiety

          I don't know how I got in Prince's room, just like I don't know how I ended up curled up against his chest with his arm around my waist. I try to get out of his grip, without waking him up, but them moment I straighten out, his grip pulls me up against him, with my back towards him. It's then that I feel something stiff against the crack of my ass.

          I begin to squirm to get away from him, feeling slightly uncomfortable knowing his morning wood is pressed against me. However, due to my squirming, I hear Prince growl, and I'm unsure if he's till sleeping as he pins my hips against his. I immediately freeze, unsure what to do.

          It's not until now that I hear Prince mumbling something in his sleep. I can't quite make it out, but soon I try to roll over and he wakes up.

          "Umm, good morning Prince." I whisper, hoping to make him realize the hold he has on me.

          "Oh, good morning Anxiety." Prince responds, sitting up, finally allowing me out of his grip.

          I look at my clothes and blush even harder as I realize I'm only in my crop top and shorts. I look over at prince and my jaw almost drops. The gorgeous man is sitting up and only in a pair of sweatpants. No shirt, just sweatpants, and from the looks of it and how low they are, no underwear either. How I didn't feel his skin against mine, I have no idea.

           "So Anx, wanna tell me what happened last night? I started approaching you and you freaked out," Prince asks me, his back to me.

          "I don't know. I don't even remember leaving my room last night. Last thing I remember is the feeling of overwhelming dread," I shrugged off, not wanting to tell him the real reason. "Anyways, I'm going to head back to my room and change before I go meet up with Logan. See ya later Princey."

          I rush out of his room, not wanting to have to stare at his delicious muscles, for fear I might do something stupid. However, as I take off my crop top, there is a knock on my door. Once again, apparently not learning my lesson, I open the door. Instead if seeing Patton, like I expected, I see Prince, still shirtless and panting.

          "You know, you walk really fast for someone so nonathletic," Prince pants out, before looking up at me, seeming slightly irritated. I can't tell if he realizes that I'm in just a pair of shorts, at least until his eyes widen. Before I can open my mouth to say something, Prince pins me down with a stare.

            "Take a picture, it'll last longer," I mumble under my breath. I almost regret this, as I see the predator like grin spread across Prince's face.

          "You know, for someone who seems to hate me, you say a lot of flirty stuff," Prince chuckles out.

          "I don't know what you're talking about. You're the one who keeps staring at me and groping me in your sleep." I smirk back, knowing that he can't deny either of these things.

            Prince just simply tries to stutter out a response, trying not to let his embarrassment over take him. I hold back a smirk, as I step closer to him, seeing if he'd get as flustered as I am currently. Before I could take in his reaction, I feel him shove me in my room, slam the door, and pin me against a wall.

            "I would ask you refrain from testing me Virgil. I don't know if I can control myself when you get that close to me." Prince growls at me, his mouth at my pulse, which is skyrocketing at the close proximity.  

              "What if I don't want you to keep control?" I whisper, not sure if he heard me.