A Deal With The Devil

Part 7

My eyes flutter open and I am greeted by the bright light of the sun leaking in through my windows. I groan softly, pulling the blanket up over my face, shutting my eyes once again. My head is pounding, and my stomach isn't the most settled. I roll over onto my back and that's when I remember. Silas. I asked him to stay last night. I stay under the covers and open my eyes once again, but the only body I see is my own. My arm falls out to my side in an attempt to see if he is there, but just not under the covers with me. When I only feel empty space beside me I can't help but frown. I finally sit up in the bed, letting the blanket fall from over my head and I look around the room. He isn't here. I know it's probably best he left, but I can't help at least be a little upset by it. I barely remember falling asleep so who knows when he left. I reach over to the bedside table, our empty cups and the almost empty bottle of vodka still there. I ignore them and go to grab my phone, no texts or calls from him. I decide to text him, I want to know when he left, but I need to keep it light hearted, I don't want him to know I'm upset he left.

To Silas:

So, did my face when I sleep scare you off?

I hit send with a small bit of nervousness building up in my stomach. I keep my phone in my hand as I slowly make my way off of my bed. I am a little wobbly on my feet, and standing up has made me realize just how hungover I am. As I am moving toward where I keep my clean cups I hear my phone go off.

From Silas:

Of course not. You're always gorgeous. I had to be somewhere early this morning and didn't want to wake you up.

I bite softly at my lip as I read his message. I re-read the "you're always gorgeous" part 3 or 4 times before letting out a small sigh. He must have some magical demon powers that make girls swoon because, fuck. How does he always get me from hating his guts to wanting to run away with him? I grab a clean cup and set it on my desk before replying.

To Silas:

Oh yeah? Did you have to do anything fun?

I decide to ignore the gorgeous comment and move on to some small talk. I grab the water pitcher from the small minifridge in my room and fill the cup up nice and high. I grab the bottle of headache medicine from my desk and as I am downing 3 of the pills my phone goes off again.

From Silas:

No, just boring stuff. Are you busy later?

I can't help but smile a little at the question. I would love to see him. A feeling I hate having but am getting a little more used to at this point. Plus, I remember what he said last night when I said we should kiss again. That he only wants me to kiss him if I truly want to kiss him again. I don't know if I do. Well, I do...maybe. I don't know. I am still so confused about everything, but he was so sweet last night. He didn't take advantage of how drunk I was in the slightest, and although I never would've thought that he would have, you still never know. Wanting to kiss him and kissing him being a good idea are two different things, but I've never had this kind of back and forth with anyone. This sexual or romantic tension with someone, and to be completely honest, it's exhilarating. Don't get me wrong, it's also terrifying, but it's all so new to me. New feelings and experiences that I didn't realize I was missing out on, and good idea or not, I love it. I text back.

To Silas:

Nope. It's officially summer break which thankfully means I am way more free than before.