lethal (b.e.)

Six

A/N: First Billie POV of the book!! I also formatted this chapter so weird I wanna kms. Please comment and vote, it motivates me.

Billie's POV

For the third time in a row in the past two months, I don't wake up in the middle of the night, sweating with a racing heartbeat. When I glance to the side, it's easy to tell that it's daytime and I'm pleasantly surprised at the fact that I slept through a full night.

Getting this amount of fucking sleep has never felt better. To my right, I almost forget that I'm sharing a bed with someone. When I pull myself out of my thoughts, I become more aware of my surroundings.

Fuck, I'm literally clutching on to Jay like she's a giant teddy bear. My arm is draped around her waist tightly along with my thigh resting on top of hers. Not only that, but we're still in the same clothes from when we went swimming last night. So basically, we're both half-naked.

Gross. How did we fall asleep in our swimming clothes?

I slowly let my body rise from the bed and stare down at her sleeping. She looks so peaceful compared to her normal dismal demeanor. I notice how often she looks sad or just completely dejected; it's rare that her eyes fully light up or her smile is genuine.

I've always had a talent for seeing through people easily and reading facial expressions and body language. I decided against pressing her about any of this, though. I feel like she'd deny everything and try to avoid talking about herself.

God, I can't help but keep my eyes fixated on her. There's something about her that just draws me in. I can't tell if it's the way she lets her eyes roam over my body, or how much I love when she calls me those cute little names, or how addictive her lips feel.

Wait, did I just say what I thought I said...

Holy fuck, how could I get forget what I did last night? Did I really kiss her?

Okay, maybe that's an understatement. We had a full-on make-out session.

I couldn't help but tangle my fingers in her hair and tighten my legs around her waist. The feeling of her hands gripping my thighs and ass made me feel lightheaded as she pulled me closer to her to close the gap between us.

I don't think I've ever experienced this type of feeling from just kissing alone. My body was longing for her touch, to somehow bring us closer than we already are. My hips involuntarily bucked into hers, the slight friction making me moan softly.

Her lips curled into a smile against mine and I couldn't help but do the same. She pulled away and I could feel her thumbs start to rub circles into my hips.

"What was that for?" She glanced up at me, giving me a charming smile.

I was puzzled about what I'd answer. For starters, I'm impulsive as fuck. I don't know what possessed me to kiss her at that moment, and I definitely couldn't explain it, but I know I didn't want to stop.

Suddenly, I hear a door slam shut in the distance, which sounds quite like the patio door. Though we're blocked by some trees in the path to the pool, I know it'd only be a matter of seconds before someone would easily be able to see us in the pool. And the position we're in, especially with how close we are, is quite compromising.

I quickly jump--well, wade--back a few feet when I see Dani rounding the corner of the path. That probably wasn't the best idea since my head is already spinning because of the alcohol but oh well.

"Jada fucking Naraine! Okay, what the actual fuck are y'all doing in my pool?" I hear her from the distance and watch her sassily put her hands on her hips.