Addicted

Chapter 12.

I woke up to a soft throbbing in my head. There was something heavy compressing me down and I realised there was a hand draped over my stomach and flashes of the night before came crashing into my head again.

His hands pushing mine above my head and the feeling of his hips on mine. I remember a flash of my hands fumbling with his pants.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. I was beginning to panic. Did I really go all the way with him? I could barely remember anything.

I slowly turned my head to the side, following the arm that wrapped around me. Bright orange hair came into view.

James?

What the hell?

I moved his hand off of me, gently. He was still wearing his clothes. I looked underneath the blanket that covered me. I was wearing a shirt and panties.

Oh, thank God.

I rested my head back on the pillow letting out a sigh. The alarm clock to my side read that it was a little past four in the morning. I hadn't been asleep for long.

My head still felt very light from the alcohol and I was really craving some juice. I slowly hung both my feet over the side of the bed and inched the rest of the way out, making sure James didn't wake.

I shut my door lightly and began walking to the kitchen, but a soft halo glow in the kitchen made me stop.

The fridge door was open, and Zac stood there holding the fridge open. He brought out the juice from the fridge and poured himself a glass.

"Pour me one too please," I said and went to lean against the counter.

He looked at me for a brief second and went to go grab another glass and he pushed it across the counter once it was poured.

"How's your head?" He said when we took a sip.

"Honestly, it's fine."

"You drank a lot."

"I did." I drank the rest of my drink, feeling like the heat inside my stomach was being put out and I was tempted to get a second glass. He took another small sip of his drink and then extended it out to me and I give a small thanks as I finished his drink off too.

I could feel his eyes on me as I drank.

"What?" I asked and giggled a little when he wouldn't stop staring. He grabbed both of the empty glasses and placed them in the sink.

"Can I ask you something?" Zac asked. "You don't have to answer but I would like you to answer honestly."

I nodded my head, but I was a little weary. He was wearing his grey sweatpants and his usual white t-shirt. I liked the way his grey sweatpants hung low on his hips.

He stood in front of me and I leaned back on the edge of the counter. My head was a little throbbing from a lack of sleep, but I could still feel the alcohol in my veins making it hard for me to concentrate on anything else apart from his lips.

"Was last night the first time you've ever done something like that?"

"Oh Jesus... was I that bad?" I asked. "I've kissed people before and I haven't had any complaints... If that's what you're referring to." I blurted. An anxious feeling crept in my stomach. Did he think I was that bad he had to ask me for my kissing history? He gave me a quick sad smile.

"Did you not enjoy it?" I asked. My hands gripped the sides of the counter top as if I was bracing myself for his response.

"No, I didn't mean it like that. I enjoyed it..." the corner of his mouth dipped up in a small smile and I couldn't help my lips stretching to smile as well.