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We stay silent for a couple of minutes in the darkness of the night as Bree enjoys the pure air. The music is drowned and there’s a certain piece hugging us. I allow myself to observe her now that she has her eyes closed. Bree’s gorgeous, I can’t deny that, but it’s not the kind of beauty that can stop the traffic. Her kind of beauty is the one that you admire in silence because it makes you feel something.
“Stan, can you take me home?”
I walkBree to her door. Mainly because she almost hit her head when she tried to get out of the car on her own. I don’t want her to end up hurting herself on the way up. Plus, I don’t know the people that live in her building and she’s defenseless in this state.
“Come in.”
I follow her without knowing what she wants, but I still do. Curiosity sparks on my chest as she approaches one of the doors in the hall, opening it. I can only assume that it’s her room from the way it’s decorated. The walls are full of different photographs and vinyl disks. A string of lights hangs from the corners on top of the bed. Her things are out of place, clothes on the chair of the desk and disorganized papers all around. I don’t judge her because my room isn’t exactly perfect paradise either. Besides, most of the stuff that makes the space messy are things that she used to get ready.
Honestly, if it wasn’t that. I still can’t judge her because we’re college students with lots of stress on our shoulders. It’s difficult to maintain everything clean.
Bree sits on her bed and I kneel down to help her with the boots, letting them on the corner of the bed.
“You’re too good for me,” she comments, lying on the mattress. “I’m too tired to change or take off my makeup.”
I don’t know why, but my mouth opens before I can process it.
“I’ll do it. The makeup thing,” I specify as soon as I realize that it sounded weird. I don’t want to take her clothes off when she’s drunk. Sober?Abso-fucking-lutely. “Just tell me what to do.”
Bree instructs me that I need to use the makeup remover and a box of wipes that are next to it on her dresser. Then she explains briefly the whole process. It’s not that complicated. Put the makeup remover in the wipe and then pass it over her face.
I sit next to her on the bed, following her instructions. I make sure that my movements are gentle, passing the wet wipe over her delicate skin, removing what’s left of her makeup until her freckles greet me.
“All done,” I let her know when her face is bare. “Is there something else that you need me to do as your slave?”
“Don’t ruin the moment, okay?” Bree mutters in a drowsy tone as her lips curve in a smile. “Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?”
I don’t know how I got here, but I stay with her until she’s profoundly asleep, my hand caressing her hair.
I like her more than I expected because there’s no other reason why I would be here, letting her reign over me. She’s not just a friend. I don’t think she ever was just that. And now it’s too late to back out.
Chapter Sixteen
The headache from the hangover is the only thing that wakes me up the morning after that disastrous Halloween party. Pulsating and growing, it spreads through my skull like a tsunami. The sunlight that sneaks between my curtains and slaps my face unpleasantly isn’t helping me either.
A groan escapes from my lips as I move around on the bed, trying to avoid the light as I pray for the headache to go away.
I swear that I won’t drink anymore.
Hangovers are exhausting and not worth the effort. Although, I’m glad that I didn’t spend the whole night kissing the toilet because I wouldn’t be able to handle a headache and an upset stomach today. I feelwrecked,both physically and emotionally. Not only am I suffering from awful effects from last night, but I can also remember every detail of what happened. Every embarrassing and messy act hits me like a cold hard wave.
Why can’t I shut my mouth when I’m drunk? I didn’t want him to know that part of me. I’m aware of how funny it can be, especially considering the song choice, but he didn’t have to know.
Only five people knew about it; my girls and Luanna. But Stanley…
We’re close, but notthatclose.
I don’t know what got over me last night. Especially after I started getting tipsy and I kept acting like he was my date to the party. Jesus Christ, I rubbed his dick with my ass for an hour, and then we almost kissed in the bathroom, where I definitely felt his boner against me. It was hot. I can’t deny that. I thought he would kiss me, and I’m not sure that I would’ve disliked it either.
Stanisa good-looking guy, but his appearance doesn’t amuse me. It’s his soul that keeps pulling me closer to him. However, I don’t know where this is heading.
The flirting was mutual… I think. Or maybe he was just acting like any other guy when a girl keeps provoking him.
The only thing that I know for sure is that I don’t want to think about it. I’m not going to analyze my actions because I’m not sure that I’ll like the conclusion. I’m officially postponing any emotional evaluation until further notice; until I can’t ignore it anymore.
“Thank God you’re awake.” Cora’s voice startles me, and I turn around to look at her. As I pull the sheets closer to me, I notice that I’m still wearing last night’s clothes and that I need to shower too. In the meantime, I’m going to stay in bed until I can put my shit together.
Cora enters my room, leaving the door ajar. From the clarity in the hall, I can tell that’s not noon yet.
