Living With The Asshole

Chapter 14

I had a terrible headache. I couldn't even open my eyes.

Groaning, I slowly sat up and forced my eyes open.

The first thing I saw was the unfamiliar room . Where was I? I looked back at the bed to find a bare, shirtless back. My eyes widened as I saw whose back it was.

Aaron.

But why was I sleeping next to him? And why didn't he have a shirt on?

I checked to see what I was wearing and was horrified to find a guy's shirt on me.

Oh my God.

I started shaking him as roughly as I could, with that stupid headache.

But that buttface just wouldn't get up.

I gave him one last shove, as hard as I could.That did it. He woke up, groaning.

"What is it?" he grumbled, rubbing his eyes sleepily like a kid.

"Why am I here? What are you doing here? Why are you shirtless? Why am I wearing this-"

"Shut up! Dear God Ashley, I just fucking woke up," he grunted.

"Tell me what happened."

He raised an eyebrow at me in surprise and then a smirk formed on his face.

"We just... did some things."

Shit.

No way.

The color drained from my face.

We couldn't possibly have...

He stared at me for a few seconds before bursting in laughter.

That jerk.

He kept laughing so hard for the next five minutes, I was afraid he was having some sort of a fit.

"Aaron."

Laughter.

"Aaron!"

He finally stopped laughing. He wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes and finally looked at me again.

"Are you done?" I asked, crossing my arms across my chest.

He nodded seriously, then started laughing again.

"Okay, okay," he really shut up when he saw the look on my face.

"Now tell me."

"Well, for starters the "things" we did only involved you getting sick and us coming in here to clean up."

"Oh. Yeah," I said, remembering how embarassing I'd been, throwing up in front of him last night.

"Thank you Aaron."

"No biggie," he smiled, showing a dimple.

"You have a dimple!" I said, poking his cheek.

"Hey!" he protested but he was still smiling at me.

My head still hurt. I realised my stomach felt funny too.

Aaron grabbed his phone from the side table."It's eleven already. We should get going."

I nodded slowly.

He got up and walked towards the door.

"Wait."

He turned around."What?"

"Aren't you going to put a shirt on?"
I asked curiously. Not that I had a problem with the view..