Damage Control

Late Night Rendezvous

A soft thud brought me out my slumber as my eyelids fluttered open. Avery's blurry figure stood in the corner of the room holding my phone charger as I let out a small yawn and rubbed a fist over my eyes. 

What time was it?

And more importantly why was Avery holding my charger.

Before I could utter another word, I watched as her figure booked it out of my room as I attempted to keep my eyes open. Instead of regular thieves being the biggest threat for my items, I had to be cautious of my own sister who had been caught lurking in my room one too many times. 

Now I knew exactly where all my chargers had gone after all those times they had mysteriously gone missing.

Rubbing a hand over my face once more, I pushed myself up off the bed as an attempt to wake myself up. It was as if every time I woke up from a nap, I forgot who I was, where I was, and which dimension I was in. 

Taking a seat on the edge of my bed, I leaned over and switched on my bedside lamp to look for my phone. The next couple minutes were spent rummaging around my bedside table before I finally stood up and turned to search my bed. A loud yelp escaped my mouth as I slapped a hand over erratic heart as my eyes landed on Easton who was sound asleep. 

In my bed.

What the hell was he doing here?

Better yet, why was he asleep?

Taking a seat beside him, I watched as his chest slowly rose and fell as he slept soundly. One arm was slung lazily above his head whilst the other rested beside him.  Unconsciously, I reached over and softly pushed his messy locks away from his eyes as I looked down at his peaceful figure. 

Shockingly, Easton did not resemble the devil when he was asleep.

He actually looked like a normal human being while being unconscious. 

"I hate to be cliche, but I'm almost certain a picture would last longer." A husky voice said from beside me as my head snapped to look over at a Easton.

A very awake Easton. 

That conniving, cunning man.

 I could feel the blood rushing to my ears as I pushed myself away from him, knowing fully well that I had been caught staring like a creeper. 

But I didn't need to admit that.

Like the wisemen had advised long ago, when in doubt, one must simply deny.

Okay, maybe they didn't say that but it was exactly what I was going to do. 

Letting out the breath I was holding in, I turned to him with the best poker face I could muster, "Shut up, I wasn't even looking at you." I cooly said as I pushed back a couple strands that had fallen out of my bun while sleeping. Ignoring the smirk that had slowly began to spread across his face, I pushed myself off the bed and began looking for my phone, trying my best to avoid eye contact with the devil himself. 

"Love, you can't fool me. I've been awake since you let out that blood curling scream." He chuckled as he sat up on the bed and ran a hand through his messy hair. I watched from the corner of my eye as his shirt slowly rose as he stretched his arms above his head, revealing his very  toned body.