Good Intentions

Ch21: Awkward

**The picture above is her outfit (as close to as I could find). **

***This chapter is a little bit of fluff with a little bit of drama. Let me know what you think throughout<3 You know how much I love your comments.***

An annoying buzzing sound woke me up from a deep sleep. I was vaguely aware that I was not in my bed, and the cent of leather and cyprus told me that Nathan was the one holding me. I was curled up against his broad chest, my cheek resting right below his shoulder. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest, and the thick band of his arms around my body, holding me securely to him. The buzzing was incessant, and my sleepy brain could not figure out what it was. I groaned, wanting nothing more than to drift back into my surprisingly dreamless sleep. 

With all the stress of the last week or so, on the rare occasion I was sleeping, I was having dreams. I was sure, given everything what happened last night, that I would have woken up screaming from some symbolic nightmare. But I didn't dream at all. For the first time in a long time, I actually felt somewhat rested. Maybe I had reached a new level of exhaustion and dreaming had just not been an option. Or maybe, knowing what I now knew allowed me to relax about some of my more confusing feelings. Whatever the reason, I was grateful, but I was not ready to wake up just yet.

"Honey, make it stop," I mumbled into his chest, nuzzling deeper into his arms. He stirred slightly, but was still very much asleep. I huffed, knowing that it was going to have to be me that stopped the dreadful buzzing sound. Buzz Buzz Buzz. Pause. Buzz Buzz Buzz. Pause. Sighing in defeat, I slowly opened up my eyes, expecting the harsh sunlight to burn. That was when I truly realized where we were. We had fallen asleep in the bean bag chair in the attic space. Fully opening my eyes, I began looking around for the doomed object that wouldn't stop buzzing. 

It was coming from just behind me, somewhere on the floor. I slowly began to push off Nathan's chest so that I could twist to reach what I now realized was my phone. Just as I was about to reach down for it, Nathan's arms tightened, pulling me in closer and holding me to him. He snuggled down into my neck, burying his face in my hair and letting out a satisfied hum. The more I woke up, the more my body noticed just how close we actually were. I could feel every inch of him against me, and I could feel his erection, pushing against my butt. I knew this was something he had no control over, especially since he was asleep, but I blushed anyway. For the first time, I understood that this reaction was partly because of me. He admitted how he felt about me last night, and I now knew without a doubt, that he thought about me in that way.

Memories of all the boys at different moments fluttered through my head. I had gone to bed with or woken up with almost all of them, and they had all been hard around me at some point. Somehow, I never once imagined that it was in reaction to me. But now, knowing what I know, it seemed so obvious. And it wasn't just in moments like this, where it could have been just a natural reaction such as 'morning wood'. Memories of the guys shifting around with me on there lap, or moving me off of them so that they could quickly leave the room played through my mind. I had been so oblivious and naive. How could I not have understood?

Sure, I have no experience with that kind of thing, but I understand biology and the basics of attraction, at least in theory. I should have been able to put the information together and understand that they were showing signs of being attracted to me. How embarrassing. No wonder they were so sure that I wouldn't be able to handle them being more forward. I couldn't even tell that they liked me like that. I groaned loudly and covered my face with my hands. There was no excuse for what they did, no matter what the reason. But the longer I thought about it, the more I understood what could have made Owen think there might be a serious issue. My groan turned into a growl. He should have just talked to me. That was all he needed to do. But he didn't. And now look at this mess.