Settling Down [KJ Apa]

Chapter Twenty Two

As I'm waking up, my head feels like a ton of bricks has fallen onto it and it's full of bruises. I'm glad though, that the room is quite dark as I open my eyes. I would not have survived the sunlight in that equation.

I'm somehow laying on my belly. It's been ages since I've slept like that, but it does feel nice. I look to right and see the empty space next to me. I can vaguely remember Keneti in my bed before I straddled him and made out with him.

Holy shit.

I push myself up and cross my legs, staring at a little dent on the headboard of the bed. I'm half-naked and I don't even completely remember how I got here. 

"Good morning." 

I turn around with my arms crossed over my chest to see Keneti just like I saw him yesterday, leaning against the doorframe. He's sporting a small grin, probably because I look like a mess. 

"How's your head?" He asks.

"Like the stampede from The Lion King has passed through it."

He laughs, "Of course you would compare it to that."

I grab a pillow and throw it his way, only to hit his legs softly. I groan, closing my eyes, as I throw my head back, which only intensifies the headache. 

"I put a glass of water and painkillers on your nightstand." Keneti tells me and I open my eyes to see that he indeed put it on my nightstand.

"Thanks."

I grab the painkiller, quickly chug it with some water before I pull the blanket around me. I then look back at Keneti who's just following my every move. 

"We kissed, right?" I ask him and he stands up straighter, "I can vaguely remember that we did, but I just need to make sure it wasn't a dream."

"Uh, yeah. We kissed." He stutters, but quickly adds, "But nothing more."

I huff with a smile, "Then I just took off all my clothes, huh?"

"Yeah." He sighs. 

"Man, I'm so weird when I'm drunk." I shake my head, "Thank you for stopping me."

"Of course. I didn't want you to make any more mistakes."

I frown at him, "Do you think us kissing was a mistake?"

"That wasn't what I meant. It's just that you just said that you're 'weird when you're drunk'."

"Yeah, because I literally can't remember anything and I would normally not get half-naked for no reason. I don't believe it was a mistake though, Keneti. I've never regretted anything about you."

 He looks down, but doesn't say anything. I'm not quite mad at him, just a little frustrated with him jumping to conclusions. Something else must've happened last night. 

"Has anything else happened?" I ask him as I stand up with the blanket around me. 

I walk to the walk-in closet and grab a sweatshirt from King's College. I drown in it, but I do love the comfort of oversized clothes. 

"No, not really." He quickly replies.

He's hiding something.

"I'm going to continue making breakfast." He changes the subject, "Just come down when you're ready, okay?"

"Sure."

I hear him leave as I sit down at the vanity table. How can he be so indifferent to what happened yesterday? How can he hide something I did from me? Man, I really wish my brain wasn't full of holes after alcohol.