Addicted 2 Moni

WHERE MY PANTIES!

Moni's POV

A cool breeze makes me shiver, and I instinctively tuck my toes under the covers. Something warm presses against my back, strong arms holding me securely. A faint breath tickles the back of my neck, soft and steady.

My eyes flutter open, and the pounding headache hits me instantly. Ugh, my head. Great.

The room is dim, but I can still make out the empty pizza boxes and a champagne bottle on the nightstand.

Then I feel it again—those arms, firm and protective, wrapped around me like I belong here.

I glance over my shoulder, and my breath catches. Dewayne.

He's sound asleep, his face peaceful, lips slightly parted. His warm breath brushes against my shoulder, and I feel his chest rise and fall against my back.

It's been so long since someone held me like this. Since I've felt safe in someone's arms.

My eyes drop to his lips, soft and slightly parted, and the gentle way his lashes fan over his cheeks. It's almost too much—the way my heart clenches at how good this feels.

As if sensing me stir, he sighs softly in his sleep, his arms tightening around me and pulling me closer. The warmth of his body presses into mine, and I swear my heart skips a beat.

But then it hits me.

Something's missing.

I shift slightly, and a chill sweeps over me. My stomach drops as I realize...

Where are my panties?

Panic sets in. I glance down, lifting the covers slightly. Oh no. Oh God. I'm naked. Completely.

I whip the covers higher, confirming my worst fear. My bra is gone too.

My gaze darts to Dewayne. His shirt is missing. His joggers hang low on his hips, teasing just enough to make my already racing heart beat faster.

No. No. No.

My thoughts spiral, and before I can stop myself, I snatch the sheet from the bed—effectively stealing it from Dewayne—and wrapping it tightly around myself.

"GET UP!" I shout, standing on the bed and glaring down at him like a crazy person.

Dewayne's POV

Her shout jolts me awake, and I sit up so fast my head spins. "What the hell?" I mutter, blinking to clear the sleep from my eyes.

"GET UP!" she yells again, her voice sharp and commanding.

For a split second, I swear I'm back in high school, waking up late with my mom barging into my room, swinging a belt in one hand and a lecture in the other.

"What's going on?" I ask, still groggy.

Harmony is standing on the bed, clutching the sheet around her like her life depends on it. Her hair is wild, her eyes wide and frantic, and her cheeks are flushed.

"Please tell me we didn't!" she shouts, her voice trembling.

"Didn't what?" I ask, sitting up straighter.

Her voice drops to a frantic whisper. "Please tell me we didn't... have sex."

"What? No!" I say quickly, holding my hands up in defense.

"Then why the hell am I naked?!" she demands, her voice rising again.

I glance down at myself—still in my joggers, thank God—and then back at her. "Oh shit... I don't know. But on God, we didn't. When I got in bed, you still had your clothes on."