Nice Rachel We're Having

Never let you go.

Rachel's POV:

As I opened my eyes, I realized that I could see my surroundings as I'm sober.. for the most part. The blurriness had faded away, and I could finally appreciate Chloe's room. Her personality was all over it, with a poster of a girl in a bra next to her desk. It was not a room that screamed "straight," but that was part of its charm.

"I like your room," I told her, a smile forming on my face.

"Bullshit," Chloe responded, clearly surprised by my compliment.

"No, I'm serious," I assured her. "It's raw and unique. Not like those cutesy-designed rooms that look like they belong in an HGTV magazine. I could use some of that kind of authenticity in my life."

Chloe looked at me skeptically. "But isn't your room better than mine? It's nicer and better kept, isn't it?"

"Why should mine be better than yours just because of money?" I retorted. "I'd love to have a room like this. You know what it's called?" I raised my arms as if I were presenting something grand. "Uptight parents! Well, uptight dad, to be more precise. My mom is much more laid back and spends time with me. But let's just stop there. I'm in a good mood today."Chloe walked over to her dresser and grabbed some clothes for me, reminding me that I had nothing to wear. As I caught the shorts and t-shirt she tossed at me, I started lifting my shirt to change, only to see the panic on Chloe's face.

"Um, do you want to change in the bathroom or something?" she asked nervously.Oops. I guess I forgot that I was half naked in front of her. "Do you want me to?" I teased with a smirk.

Chloe stumbled over her words. "I mean, well, only if you want to change in there. I don't mind.""I'm fine changing here," I replied, enjoying the fact that I was making her flustered. "By the way, your face is as red as my flannel." I laughed and winked at her.

Chloe seemed to panic even more as I took off my bra and underwear. She was staring, and I don't think she even noticed it. "Like what you see?" I teased, laughing even harder."Oh my god, I'm sorry," she apologized. "I didn't mean to look. Wait, I'll turn around or go to the bathroom and change. I'm sorry."

"Nah, it's fine," I reassured her. "You can change here. Plus, wouldn't go out into the hallway possibly wake up your parents?"

Chloe changed in front of me, and I couldn't resist stealing a discreet glance. Don't judge me, okay?

As she finished changing, I came up behind her and debated my next move. I wanted to touch her, but I wasn't sure if I was ready to kiss her yet. It was still too soon. Ugh.