Smitten

Chapter 8

Eliza wakes with a start. She opens her eyes to find that she is pressed against Aaron, her head on his chest and his left hand tangled in her hair. She tries to sit up to shut off the alarm, but Aaron presses his hand further against her head and into his chest. leaving her unable to move. She taps his chest to wake him up. "Aaron," she says, but he stays asleep. She tries again, which wakes him up, and he shuts off the alarm. Eliza scoots out from under his arm and moves to sit up, which causes a shooting pain in her head, enough to put her face in her hands and move into the fetal position.

Aaron looks at her worried when he sees Eliza holding her head. He quickly sits up. "Hey hey hey, are you ok?"

"Shhhhhh...can you whisper and ask me again?"

He laughs as he reaches for Eliza's glasses to hand them back to her. "You're ok; you're just hungover."

"No SHIT, G-Man. What the hell did I even have last night?"

"A little bit of everything," he replies.

"That's sure what it feels like," getting up to head to the bathroom.

"Are you gonna throw up?" Aaron asks.

"No. Not yet, anyway," she replies.

She returns to Aaron putting on his belt and shoes. She hands him his Gucci sunglasses that were sitting on the same nightstand. "You can't forget these bad boys," she says.

"Thanks," he replies as they head downstairs for him to walk her out.

"I may be hungover as a motherfucker, but I didn't forget that you asked me out for tonight. You still want to keep those plans after seeing me this messy?" She asks.

"If anything, I want to more now," he replies. "See you at 7:00?"

"7:00 it is. Until then, Agent," she confirms, giving him a hug as he heads out the door.

She shuts the door and heads straight to the fridge for a Pedialyte. She is drinking that when her phone dings, a text from Emily.

"The girls want to join us this morning. That ok?"

"Fine by me. Is it ok with you?" Eliza replies.

"It's fine. Though I do want time to talk to you just us," Emily says.

"Sure thing—come over afterward," Eliza says.

"Great. Pick you up in 20?"

"That'll work xo"

Eliza heads back upstairs to freshen up and quickly change. She throws on a pink Adidas turtleneck, too tired for blending concealer into her hickeys, with matching black leggings and Superstars. She switches over from her clutch to a small white Kate Spade shoulder bag and heads back downstairs to her doorbell ringing.

"Hello you," Eliza greets her sister with a hug. "You ready?"

"Let's hit it," she says. They head out of the building and arrive at Emily's car. They chat briefly on the way.

"So what did y'all get into after we left last night?" Eliza asks.

"We all went to my place, minus Rossi. We ordered some pizza and played Cards Against Humanity. Which reminds me, we have got to get Spencer out of a book and onto the Internet," Emily says, both of them laughing.

"God love him," Eliza replies.

"Yeah," Emily starts. "What about you, what did you do?"

"Oh not much, I came home, cleaned up and went straight to sleep," Eliza says, leaving out the fact that Aaron was a guest. She sees her sister stir in her seat. "You ok, what's the matter?" She asks.