Can't Hold Back

Chapter Ten

I groaned, tossing and turning around on the soft bed, as the bright sunlight streamed through the blinds, very much to my annoyance. Truth to be told, last night I had the best sleep in a very long time. All of the recent dramas around me had taken a huge toll on my peaceful sleep. 

Right now, I felt very much relieved. But all those thoughts flew out of the window when I tried to sit up on the bed. A pulsating pain coursed through my head and I plopped back onto the bed. My hands found their way to my temples, to apply a little pressure hoping it would ease the pain. 

Still no luck. 

After a few more minutes, I managed to open my eyes and adjusted to the blinding lights around me. Slowly my surroundings came into my view. The room was mostly white, white bed, white duvet, white walls, white furniture. 

Hell, even white rugs. 

Hmm...when did I start having a white fever? I had always gone for lilac. This felt so not like me. The room also seemed unfamiliar. Maybe this isn't my room at all... 

Wait- Okay, this was definitely not my room. 

 The realization hit me like a pilotless jet crashing to the ground. I sat up ignoring the returning headache and frantically looked around as if it could give me some idea where the heck was I. 

Don't panic, don't panic.

 Inhale. 

Exhale. 

Inhale. 

Exhale. 

The walls were empty, with no pictures whatsoever. Nothing caught my eyes and finally, they fell upon a figure sprawled on the couch right next to my bed. He looked so peaceful, eyes shut, allowing his long lashes fan his high cheekbones. A little stubble grazed his strong jawline and his full pink lips were a little parted, letting out soft snores. 

God, his face looked so angelic. My eyes slowly wandered down to his well-sculpted chest, which rose and fell in a steady rhythm, to his...

Are you done checking him out?

Wait-I didn't loo-

Someone's in denial...

Ugh.

I moved my gaze away from his shirtless figure and stared into oblivion. That's when the events from yesterday came rushing back to me. The prom, Asher approaching me, the catfight between me and Tris, drinking with Raven at the bar, me returning home alone and...

Noah.

Shit.

Shit.

Double-shit.

I passed out while we were talking so he probably took me back to his place.

Nu-uh girlfriend carried you back to his place.

Not helping, inner voice. Definitely not helping.

It sure must be uncomfortable for him to sleep on the couch and here was I lying on his bed in his own damn house. Proven guilty. So what should I do now? Should I wake him up? He does look uncomfortable in that lying position yet...so peaceful. 

Like he hasn't had a peaceful sleep in a long time too. After a few more minutes of debating with my mind, I finally decided to take my leave as quietly as possible. I swung my legs off the bed in an attempt to get out of it and the next thing I know, I was on the floor with the duvet tangled with my legs. Too much for a discreet exit. I rubbed my now sore butt and pulled down my t-shirt that rode up due to the fall.