Sweet Temptations

Chapter 7

CHRISTINA'S POV

Snuggling my body more towards the warm source of my bed I can't help but think of where I had actually purchased this pillow that I'm currently hugging right now.

Perhaps never?

The voice inside my head wants me to open my eyes and check it but a side of me continues to let my others senses do their job and snuggle more.

It's morning after all...

I freeze in that thought.

Morning! Oh sh*t I'm late for work!

Opening my eyes, I'm blinded by the light coming from the windows despite the sheer white curtain.

White curtains?

Aren't they Blue Flowers I left last night?

Scanning my surroundings I am left even more confused until my gaze falls directly to where my hands are placed.

Soft thuds gives me the idea that I'm not alone and the warm body beside me is still alive.

Dreading to look up, I close my eyes and manage to slowly lift one finger at a time on the wide chest before me. Slowly. One at a time.

A hand caught me, stopping my wrist from its depart and saw striking Blue eyes that was already staring at me as if amused from my actions. Just waiting for me to look up.

Great. I'm still probably on Dreamland cause Blake Stanford is in bed with me.

"I assure you this is totally real." A  chuckle comes from the same face my eyes are now directed at.

And now he is staring at me with his striking and enchanting blue eyes.

The man was grinning down at me like he just heard the most beautiful news this morning. Wait,

Did I just speak that out loud?

"Thank you and Yes, Yes you did My Sweet."

If anyone thought that I'll probably be screaming the whole room down like most girls does on movies, then let me disappoint you.

Yes I gasped, it left me baffled.
Yes my eyes are wide as saucers.
Yes I'm probably blushing, like a schoolgirl. And Yes I'm awake and I'm pretty hangover.

Surely, however invented alcohol must have never wake up to see its effects in the morning after I tell you. Hangovers are just nasty.

Then whose idea is it to drink more than she can handle? my mind complains.

Sitting up slowly as my head is killing me I know that screaming my shocked state will not be helping my case. Groaning, I pressed both hands on my face and my fingers on my temples trying to add pressure to the pain. So as concealing my heated face. It's like someone's drilling on my head right now.

Noticing my discomfort Blake immediately sit up from his position and turn towards the bedside table to retrive what I assume is Tylenol and a bottle of water.

"Here take this, it will help with the headache." Blakes said and I accept his offer. Chugging the tablet down until there's no more water left.

"Feeling any better?"

"Yeah, I guess." I replied softly

Throwing the covers he gets up from the bed and my eyes followed him and widen from the view. The man before me was just in his red and blue checkered pajamas, no top on.