Truth Or Dare

four

An annoyingly bright light shone in my face causing me to yawn and squint my eyes tiredly trying to avoid the bright rays of the sunlight peering into the room through the curtains..

When did my bed become so comfy and warm?

It didn't take long for me to look around the blue and gray room to realize this wasn't my own as panic mode went on in my brain. I tried to sit up but my body fell back in an instant when I realized there was a hard arm holding me down. What. The. Fuck.

I tried to scan the man's face next to me but it was buried in pillows making the only thing visible his dark black curls. Hold on. Did I sleep with him?

No. Fuck that. I'd be in pain... right?

A groan left my lips. Shit shit shit shit. I'm fucked. Literally.

The bedside next to me shifted as the person next to me began waking up and I froze.

Before I knew it, a smiling head popped showing me who was on the other side of the bed. Holy fuck. Aspen Kingston.

Okay Delilah don't assume the worse. And while you're at it don't pay attention to how hot he looks in the morning.

"Good morning." He whispered softly.

At that moment all the panic and confusion rose as I squealed and hid my face under the blankets as if that would keep me safe.

The blanket was pulled off me gently revealing his amused face.

"W-Why am I here? What d-did we do?" I stuttered.

"Don't worry. I wouldn't have taken advantage of you, Del." He paused. And I had to hold back my with of relief. "We did kiss" He smirked and my memory suddenly flooded with so many events from the night making my head pound with a headache.

I thought of all the memories, Drake and Rena, Aspen's kiss, and Xavier.

Xavier. Oh god.

My headache began pounding harder as I swirled with emotions varying from embarrassed, scared, disgusted, and for Aspen's sake, happy.

"Oh. I... Uhm. Thank you for helping me with Xavier." I stated shyly and looking down finally noticing what I was wearing. My red dress had stayed on, but over top of it was a Nirvana shirt that looked triple my size.

Aspen noticed my confused gaze on the shirt and cleared his throat, scratching his neck. "Its my shirt. I thought you'd be uncomfortable if I took the dress off and you were shivering. I'm sorry."

The thought of him caring put a smile on my face. "Its okay. Thank you."

His face looked relieved as I said that.

The dress under the shirt was really uncomfortable and the straps had been pulling awkwardly on my shoulders so I adjusted them by taking the strap down completely.

"Are you hungover?" He asked.

"A little bit." I smiled awkwardly.

"Come." He left the door open as he went outside and down a staircase which I quickly followed after.

His house wasn't small and managed to be much larger than my own. It's walls were painted black giving it depth as well as emphasizing the modern furniture everywhere. Upon inspection I noticed that there were no signs of females living in this home. It was just a bachelor's pad.

Everything was surprisingly cleaner than I would have expected. We took a turn to reveal a kitchen that was larger than my second floor and I gasped. It was gorgeous. The tiles on the floor were white with black under them and the countertops were white and black making the overall atmosphere of the place stand out.