WILL
I wake, groggy. I'm not sure how I ended up in Nico's bed. I wipe my eyes, trying to remember any of yesterday. Or the day before. I hear the shower in the next room.
'Nico?' I call out. The door opens and he steps out, a towel wrapped around his waist.
'Well look at you.' He says, smiling.
'When did you get in?' I ask, hurrying over to kiss him, 'why didn't you wake me?'
'You don't remember?' He asks.
'Remember what?' I ask. He smiles, clearly enjoying this.
'You got yourself high.' He says, 'test-running some new medicine.'
'Oh Gods.' I say, 'Are you serious?'
'Very.'
'Who saw?'
'Reve, Kayla And Piper. And some kid we passed on the way to my cabin who you thought was Justin Bieber. I didn't know you were a fan.' He says, still smiling.
I bury my head in his shoulder, mortified, 'did I say anything else? How embarrassed should I be?'
'Well you called me cute. And small. And you got very into calling me baby or babe.' He says, 'which I did not love.'
'Well,' I say, kissing him again, 'you are small. And you are cute.'
'Not my vibe.' He says.
'Alright, babe. My bad.' I say, kissing him on the cheek, 'how were the Romans?'
'They were good. Would have been better if you'd come like we planned.' He says, clearly still a little bitter.
'Nico, are we going to go over this again?' I ask, 'Reve was back home, and Kayla's boyfriend came in with an insane head injury. He's fine, by the way.'
'Well clearly wasn't that serious then.' He says.
'I'm sorry.' I say again, 'I wish I could have come. I'm glad your back though.'
'I'm glad I'm back too.' He says.
'I'm so hungry.' I say, 'what's the time?'
'Midday.' He says, 'you slept a while, once I was actually able to get you to go to sleep.'
'Sorry, was I annoying?' I ask. He moves over and holds me in a loose hug.
'Not annoying. Never annoying. Very needy. Very affectionate.' He says, kissing me softly, 'but not annoying.'
'Needy?' I ask, wary.
'You didn't let me have a shower cause you didn't want me to leave the room.' He says.
'Gods.' I say, shaking my head.
'It wasn't the worst thing.' He says, 'just reminded me that you love me a whole lot.'
'That's not a secret.' I say, 'I tell you all the time.'
'But you never sang it before yesterday.'
'I sang?'
'Very well actually.' He says, 'I knew you could play some instruments but you kept that voice a secret.'
'Okay. Alright, no.' I say, 'I've heard enough now.'
'You sure?'
'I'm sure.' I insist, 'any other stupid things I did can stay between you and high me. I don't want to know.'
