Wistful

Chapter 17 - Bowchicawowow...

(Kadynce's POV)

I groaned, turning over in bed. Peeking out through one eye, I noticed Nixon's naked back staring me in the face, claw marks and all. That's when the flashes of last night came back causing me to hop from the bed in a panic as I remembered what happened.

Grabbing the sheets around me, I covered up my bare body only to pull what was concealing Nixon. His bottom flashed me causing me to gasp loudly which in turn caused Nixon to stir in his sleep. Quickly, I tossed his throw over his naked body and scurried to the bathroom.

Occupying the mirror, I stared at myself in shock. Noticeably, I looked happy, like I had the best night of my life. My hair was sexed crazed, my eyes were tired but bright and energized, and my skin looked touched; beaming and less delicate. I groaned as I noticed the huge hickey on my neck to the top right of my collar bone.

I sighed as there was nothing I could do about it.

I'm still in shock over the fact that I am the cause of last night, I initiated the sex and then encouraged the second and third rounds.

By the time I was finished showering, I had lost the nerve to run out of the bathroom to get to my overnight bag. Luckily, I had brought my toothbrush in here last night, so I brushed up while I built up the nerve to make a move. Once I was done brushing, I searched his medicine cabinet for some pain killers and lucked up. "Crap." I groaned, holding my head in pain.

I had a killer headache.

My abdomen and private area were sore from our earlier activities, and I didn't even have enough courage to get my clothes.

It's not like I have to walk into his bedroom, I just needed to get to his closet.

Why did I place my bag in his closet? I could have just left it in here.

Unlocking the door, I took a deep breath and exited the bathroom. Without looking towards his bedroom area, I ran across the way and snuck into his closet. My footsteps were light and soundless.

Quickly, I got dressed in a pair of jean shorts and a loose black shirt. It was loose enough to where I didn't need to wear a bra, nor was it see-through.

I still had my hangover; queasy stomach and hammered head.

I wanted to join Nixon back in his bed, but I knew that I couldn't do that. So, I talked myself into jetting downstairs to make some coffee.

Coffee always helps hangovers.

I, Nix, and the guys would always go to Denny's the morning after a night of drinking.

Coffee, bacon, and toast was our ultimate cure for a hangover.

I miss those days so much. I miss the Kadynce that I was before North Carolina. Now I'm timid, insecure, and afraid of everything.

Especially Nixon, and I can't believe that I told him that last night. I groaned out in stupidity. I'm stupid for telling him that and I'm stupid for having sex with him, three times.

I'm still damaged and confused. I haven't had sex in so long and because of that, I'm over-analyzing every little thing at this moment.

Taking a deep breath, I left the bathroom and to my satisfaction, Nixon was still dead asleep in his bed with a low snore. He was not even thinking about me right now and here I am, freaking out over every detail.

Slipping out the room, I ran downstairs to the kitchen only to run into Roxy leaning over the island with a cup of orange juice. She had her head in her hand and she looked sick to her stomach.