I woke up, holding a hand to my head due to the pounding in my brain. I groaned and as I opened my eyes, I saw that I was asleep on Jaime on the couch. As I pulled the blanket off of me, I threw a hand over my mouth the keep my gasp in. Jaime was naked. I was naked. We were naked.
I sat up, grabbing the blanket and moving to the chair in the lounge. "Jaime, wake up," I said, my voice coming out shaky.
"What's wrong, Lexi?" he asks, his voice coming out low, and gruff, sitting up and looking at me. Realization crossed his features as he looked at me, naked with only a blanket covering me. He looked at himself and threw his head in his hands.
"We fucked," I said. I meant for it to come out as a question, but it came out as a statement. And as soon as I said it, I feel like it was a stupid thing to say. There wasn't another explanation that I could think of.
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Alexandria Fuentes, twenty-three, little sister of the Fuentes', slept with Jaime Preciado and now has to figure out if she'll act on her growing feelings, or let this whole situation slip away. She knows that if Vic finds out, he'll throw Jaime out of the band, and never talk to him again.
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I rolled up the sleeve of my hoodie to reveal the tattoo on my right wrist. He gently grabbed my hand in both of his and ran his thumbs over the dry ink, tracing circles around it. I looked up to see him staring at me, a distant glance in his eyes. He leaned down until our faces were just centimeters apart.
I closed my eyes and tilted my head up toward him. My thoughts were swirling, almost as if I'd never been this close to him before. But in all actuality, every time felt like the first time. I could feel his soft breath faintly touching my nose, slowly getting closer and closer, and I forced my mind to silence itself so that I could savor the moment. Soon, but not soon enough, his lips were on mine. There was no intensity, no heat, only passion and...and... is that love?