Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Packing up, we made our way into the cars heading to Northport. The snowy retreat calling my name the more I sobered up. I couldn't wait to experience a place like Northport Falls. This was the place where only rich people vacationed. These people owned vacation homes here. Whenever they wanted to be in snow, they had it here. Getting to live so lavishly for free has been quite amazing.

The drive was short as Northport wasn't far from Sunbury. Instantly, the air was colder, and it didn't help that it was nighttime. However, the beauty this place had was astounding. The little vacation homes being log inspired really gave it this nice cozy feel. There were fluorescent lights hanging up everywhere. Giving the place a nice, colorful feel. It gave me chills just being here and I didn't even get to the room yet.

Speaking of which, once we got all our bags out of the car, Farah checked us all in and gave us our room keys. I was on floor five, the top floor, so I knew it was going to be a pleasant view. Not only that, but the high floors in a hotel have the nicest rooms. And I was not disappointed. The log style incorporated throughout the room with a fireplace in front of the bed. The bathroom is even better than the bathroom at their house. Seeing the tub, I knew what I was doing tonight.

Before that, I saw the envelope sitting on the bed. Then I thought about the secret outfit Melissa gave to me. Did I really want to know when my date with Cyrus was? If my mind knew, then the nerves of wearing that outfit underneath would skyrocket. To the point where I would chicken out. However, I needed to know just in case it was tomorrow morning. Oh no, what if it was tomorrow morning? My brain wouldn't be able to take it. Shit, I really dug myself into a hole here.

Gathering up the courage to open the envelope, I was relieved that the date wasn't tomorrow at all. However, the disappointment I felt when I found out our date wasn't until Saturday morning really ate at me. Of course, Farah was the one putting these things together. First, I was last for the dance. Now I'm second to last for the date. She was doing everything in her power to make sure we didn't get any time together. Little did she know, we spent time outside of this stupid competition anyway.

The date thing bothered me, but it wasn't stopping me from having a relaxing night. I turned the tub on, adding bubbles that were already in the hotel room. They smelled good too, being lavender scented. Next, I popped open the champagne that came along with the room as well pouring a glass while I sat in the bath. It should have been something I'm avoiding after the horrible hangover, but a girl must relax somehow.

I got myself situated in the tub, the water piping hot just how I like it. My body felt super relaxed, and the champagne wasn't half bad. The only thing stopping me from enjoying this more was a knock on the stupid door. Someone was always ruining my fun.

Grabbing a robe, I quickly tied it around myself opening the door. My heart picked up speed realizing who it was. Cyrus stood at my door with a soft smile on his face. A softer smile than usual. Of course, I let him in a little freaked out because technically my body was exposed. Though it was nice to see him. The last time I remember seeing his face was when we got to the party. There was no memory of him and I being together at all last night as promised. That could be all the alcohol though.

He sat on the bed as I kept my distance leaning against the wall.

"Some party last night, huh?" I laughed. That party was like a fever dream, but I know it was fun.

He chuckled not looking at me. Not even a single glance. "Oh yeah...it was something." He trailed off a bit still not looking at me.

"I barely remember anything." I said sitting down next to him.

Finally, he looked at me with some sort of joy in his eyes. "You don't? Like not a thing?" His question was too cheerful.

Confused, I nodded my head not getting what he was meaning. The look of relief on his face told me something else was up. Did it matter that much to know though? Not really. I was glad he stopped by to see me. He came at the worst time, but it was nice knowing our little plan wasn't going to stop. Just because we're in Northport didn't mean our secret dates would stop. Thankfully.

Cyrus lays back on the bed kicking his shoes off sliding up on the bed. He looked at me gesturing for me to come join him. I bit my lip nervously at his gesture because I was still naked. The robe only covering up so much. However, my body couldn't pass up the opportunity of being cuddled up next to him. I made my way over to him as we lifted the blankets snuggling up together. His sweet, minty scent took me to another planet of some sort. The way his arms wrapped around me made me feel so safe. So secure.

I rested my head on his chest while his fingers ran through my hair. I thought the bath was relaxing. Having someone play in my hair made for an even more relaxing time. His fingers are so soft and comforting. This was the first time we'd done something like this. Despite all the sexual tension, this was more romantic in a weird way. It was another way we were going to get close to each other. I loved it.

Sighing, he pulled me closer not knowing what to say. "A, I have to tell you something." He said nervously.

"What's up?" I asked thinking it was going to be something stupid.

He took a minute to respond but continued to speak shortly after. "About last night, at the party...something happened." He was beating around the bush.

I looked up at him seeing the worried look on his face. "What do you mean, Cyrus?" Now my nerves started to pick up. What was he talking about?

"Don't freak out alright?" He forewarned me. That was only making me freak out more. "Last night, you were really wasted." He started off by saying.

I rolled my eyes losing interest in what he had to say to me. "No shit Sherlock. Tell me something I don't know." I was getting irritated. Why couldn't he get straight to the point?

He laughed at my impatience. "You're rushing me, but I doubt you'll be happy about this." He said, "last night you sort of told me you were into me."

Hearing him say that made me laugh. That was the massive thing he had to tell me. I was out of my mind, so I don't remember that. However, if that was it then that was comical. People say all sorts of things when they're drunk. Expressing my feelings for him was only the beginning of all the other thoughts in my head. Thank God drunk me was able to keep a level head and not say anything incriminating. That would have been tragic and embarrassing for sure. For now, I laughed it off.

"Are you kidding me? That's it?" I asked, finding this hilarious.

He sat up looking a little more nervous. "Well...not exactly."

That startled me. "What do you mean not exactly?"

"Mm, remember we were both pretty drunk and you totally came on to me. But you kind of kissed me last night." He dropped the bomb, and my eyes widened.

I kissed him. I kissed Cyrus! That didn't even sound right. When would I have had the time to even think about kissing him? It was hard trying to remember the events of last night. That wouldn't have been something I thought of. What if someone caught us kissing? That would be another disaster that I'm not ready to deal with. My sloppy actions could've got us caught. Though that wasn't what was bothering me. What was bothering me was that I made a move on Cyrus without even meaning too. Was I suppressing my feelings that much?

Sitting up, the way I was freaking out was out of this world. Cyrus was sitting here calmly like everything was ok. It wasn't! We locked our lips and could have gotten caught by the other girls doing so. Not only that but confessing how I truly feel to Cyrus was something sober me would never do. The more I thought about it the more it started to make sense. That was really what happened last night. We were right outside sitting on the grass when that all transpired. On top of that, I....

"Cyrus, did I vomit afterwards!?" I asked him frantic and even more embarrassed.

Cyrus laughed nodding his head. "Oh yes, big time. That's when I brought you back home." He continued to laugh at me pointing at me like a little kid.

I smacked his finger angry that I would even do something like that. I confessed my feelings, kissed him, and then threw up afterwards! How pathetic could a girl get? I couldn't handle my liquor and that was never happening again. Especially not with Cyrus around. He must have thought I was some freak of nature after all that. Did he even believe me when I said those things? Did he feel something when I kissed him? Despite just remembering, the kiss, the feelings were all very real. Confusing, but real.

I sighed my face in my palm. "I'm such an idiot. How could you even talk to me after that?" I questioned his motives.

He laughed some more before getting serious with me. "It wasn't that bad, A, besides I kind of liked it when you kissed me." He admitted. "In fact, I wish we hadn't been drunk when it happened. I wish it were us now. Sober."

My face turned towards him surprised he was being honest like that. As much as I hate to admit it, I wish we were sober too when it happened. The feelings that were felt were incredible, but they would be even better if we got to feel them this time. Throwing up afterwards really didn't help my case either. It was like I was owed a do over, right? It's just an excuse to kiss him again but could you blame me?

Not saying anything else, we looked at each other uncertain of what to do. Should we kiss again just to see? Should we forget about it and move on? Everything was confusing like it always was between us. Me making a move on him made things even worse. We were in a good stage of our getting to know each other phase. I kissed him once dammit I could do it again. And that's exactly what I did.

No hesitation, I jumped in his lap straddling him before locking lips with him. They were just as soft and inviting as they were last night. My fingers running through his hair, my heart racing as his lips were against mine. His hand holding on to me tightly pulling me closer to him. I didn't even care that I was exposed under this robe anymore. The lust we both felt as we thrusted into each other was undeniable. Though I didn't let it get too carried away. This was good enough.

Breaking the kiss, his hands grabbed my waist as our foreheads touched. Both of us were trying to catch our breath, it was a little intense. But it felt so right in such a weird way that I didn't want to stop. What has gotten into me?

I climbed off him not sure what to say at this point. "Um..."

"We don't have to talk about it." He said, cutting me off.

"But Cyrus-"

"Shh. Let's just be, A. Let's be in the moment. Just for tonight please?" He pleaded with me.

I really didn't want to talk about it because I couldn't find the words to speak. So, I listened to him and just let it be as we continued to kiss each other the rest of the night. It didn't make sense, but it felt so right in so many wrong ways. I can't deny that it was great spending a night with him though. That I wasn't counting on.