foreign feelings :) {Completed}

s e v e n t e e n : come on munchkin, don't be afraid

s e v e n t e e n : come on munchkin, don't be afraid

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Isabella's POV

My eyes slowly lift open and I'm immediately greeted with a pounding headache. I sigh.My head hurts more as I try to remember events from last night. I stretch my legs out. Wait. This isn't my bed. It's way too comfy to be my bed. Panic starts to take over my body. I've never seen this room before. I move my legs a little bit. I'm not sore down there so I think I'm okay. I put my focus on my arms and I realize they're on top of something. So is my head. And that something is my 'pillow'. It's warm and soft. I turn my head slightly and see skin. I almost shriek and when I take a big breath I realize where I'm at and who I'm with

Aiden.

Thank the lords. I look down and see Aiden's arms wrapped around my waist. I smile to myself. I could stay like this all day. I look at my clothes and realize I'm not in my dress anymore. I'm in a huge sweatshirt and, I move my lower body a bit, my thighs aren't touching directly. Oh. I'm wearing boxers. Which means HIS BOXERS. But why am I wearing his boxers? Why do I smell like him? How did I get here last night? Why did I leave the party? Oh my god, I have so many questions right now.

I feel Aiden shift and realize I need to stop freaking out. I need to just take a few breaths, relax, and let him sleep.

I close my eyes and fall back asleep. I wake up again like an hour later. This time, his forest pool eyes are open and staring at me. He smirks. "Good morning Munchkin." His deep, husky voice greets me. I'd always swoon over that voice.

The smirk on his face seems to get smugger the longer I sit here, not answering him. "Good morning Santiago." He shakes his head. Then he looks around the room and back at me. "I could get used to waking up like this." I scoff and push my self up. I take a second before standing up and stretching. I look at him. "I have a million questions." He sighs and gets out of bed. "I figured so. Let's go." He says walking out of the room. I follow him to the kitchen where he makes two cups of a brown liquid. At first, I think it's coffee, but I don't see him using the machine. Then I think it's chocolate milk, but there's steam coming from the cup. Then it dawns on me.

"Hot chocolate," I say, almost moaning. It's my absolute favorite drink. Buy me, or make me some and I'll love you forever. He hands me the cup, chuckling to himself. He sits on the stool and takes a sip before looking at me. "Shoot." I nod and then sit on the other stool.

"How'd I get here?" "You called and I picked you up and brought you here so I could take care of you."

"Why am I in your clothes and why do I smell like you?" He laughs. "We did the deed last night and then took a shower together." My eyes widen, my mouth is open and my heart beats so fucking fast. "But I-I," He cuts me off when he throws his head back and starts laughing louder then I've ever heard. It seriously lasts like five minutes.

"Y-You should've s-seen your face M-Munchkin." He says, still recovering from the laughing fit. I roll my eyes and flip him off. He smiles boyishly. "No, I gave you my clothes to change into so I could wash yours. You took a shower," He takes a big whiff. "And used my body wash." I can breathe again. "Why did I leave the party?" "When you called, you were drunk, cold, angry, and crying. I came to pick you up." My heart flutters. "Thank you," I say, before taking a sip of my drink. He shrugs his shoulders.

"Why was I crying again?" He shakes his head. "Some douche bag dumped alcohol all over you. You got into my car soaked. It was disgusting." My eyes widen again. "R-Really?" He rolls his eyes.

"You were real shit-faced yesterday if you can't remember." I nod. "I was." He shakes his head, continuing to drink his hot chocolate.

I look up at him. "Seriously, thank you. You didn't have to do any of that." He nods. "Yeah, I did. I wouldn't have just left you there while you were crying and obviously very upset. That'd be very stupid of me." He replies. "Still." He smiles.