reckless idiots (j. gilinsky / s. wilkinson) - on hold

Chapter 5

Drinking vodka and tequila was definitely a horrible decision. I realize this as I open my eyes and I have no idea how I got in this room and when and how and ugh, I give up, it's too much thinking. I turn around only to find out I'm not alone in this bed. Gilinsky's lying there half naked and his hair is a total mess. I eventually get up from where I stand and I look for something to cover myself up with since the only things I have on are my bra and panties. There's no sight of any of my clothes so I pick up Jack's red flannel from across the room and put it on without bothering to button it up. I open the door quietly and tip toe my way downstairs to the kitchen. As suspected, no one is up except for me so I go ahead and prepare my cup of coffee. I have to open like ten cabinets until I find everything I need and obviously, most of them were empty. Gosh, this house is worse than a hotel room, there's literally nothing to eat.

Waiting for the coffee to be ready is extremely boring and I try to do anything but touch my phone. I'm scared to see the shit I've done last night and hopefully I haven't posted anywhere. It happens every time I get drunk; I take photos or videos of myself and others doing crazy shit and then post them on Vine or Twitter. That's how people discovered I smoke; I never wanted anyone to know about it because you know, hanging out with the guys definitely made me ten times more interesting so I wanted to at least fit their fans' expectations. But after one hectic night in a club a couple of months ago, everyone found out I smoke. But what actually made fans lose their minds was me offering Jack a cigarette and lighting it up for him. That video made me the biggest enemy for his fans and it scared Nash's and Cameron's fans because they thought I was gonna make them smoke too. When I actually think about it, fans don't know a lot of shit. Like everyone refused to believe that Johnson drinks or that Jack and I did drugs last summer. Or that we got Nash so drunk he thought Sky was his girlfriend.

I shake the thoughts off and pour my coffee into a nice mug once it's ready. The smell of it fills me up and immediately makes me feel refreshed. I take a sip and enjoy the taste. God is so good. It's amazing how I manage to control myself and not pour that coffee down my throat like thirsty people do with water.

"Aww, look who we've got here. Little Chloe who made coffee for daddy."

Jack. That fucking idiot with his hot as hell morning voice and his sexy hair.

"Did you sleep well, princess?" He whispers from behind me as he takes my coffee mug from the table.

"Don't steal my coffee, Gilinsky." Is enough to make that smug appear on his face. I can sense it even without looking.

Still behind me, he puts the cup back on the table and gently removes his flannel off of my shoulder, placing soft kisses on my skin. He slowly moves my hair to the other side and continues kissing on my neck, biting on it here and there but just enough to only leave little red marks. I can't help but close my eyes and turn my head towards the left side so he can take over the desired area.

"How'd you like that?" He whispers in my ear, lips touching my skin making me jump a little. I have to admit, this is the hottest thing someone's ever done to me. But I can't let him know. Not now at least, I still want to play with him; he doesn't just get away with things like that. Fucking tease.

"Is that all you got, Jack?"

"Since when do you call me Jack?"

I turn around and face him. God, this is exactly that type of situation where you think you're gonna do great and everything's gonna go alright but when you actually see what you have to work with, you feel dumb. He's so attractive with those pj pants hanging low on his hips and his messed up bed hair. Fuck and that morning voice of his and his damn jawline, I'm unstable.