Chapter 117
The window in the wall is brightly and mercilessly throwing blade-shaped shards of light into the room.
Where am I?
Every muscle in my body aches as hell and when I turn to look away from the window, my stomach churns. And that's how everything comes back to me. I'm at Scott's. Last night I got excessively drunk and my head hurts so bad I feel like someone hit me with a sledge hammer. I groan and curl myself into a ball in the sheets and then I realize I'm not alone in the room when I spot Scott at his study desk typing away on his laptop. I groan again and he turns on his seat, to face me.
"Morning, Bailey?" he coos and grins, revealing a well arranged set of white teeth in his mouth. For a minute my eyes are stuck on the strong muscles of his back. His biceps are enormous, it's been a long time since I saw him this way. I mean, shirtless of course. He notices my silence and stands up from where he's seated, and my oh my! I think his abs just got bigger. My eyes go wide.
"Are you okay?" he asks and I blink my thoughts away.
"Morning, Stone. I'm not that good though. My head is pounding so hard." I groan yet again, lying on my back, facing the ceiling as I place my palm on my face. He sits beside me and stares. "How much did I drink last night?" I ask removing my palm from my face.
"Alot. I had to stop you from having more. Luckily you didn't puke on yourself," he says and my face flashes red due to embarrassment and I pull the sheets to cover my face.
How many times has he seen me drunk? I don't even know but I always end up in his bed, again and again.
"I'm so sorry," I mutter and he pulls the sheets off of me.
"Sorry for what?" he asks.
"For how loose I was last night," I say pursing my lips.
"You're abit difficult to deal with when you're drunk but it was nothing I couldn't handle," he chuckles and I smile. "I have some painkillers for you," he says and takes the pills from his study desk and a glass of water that's next to his laptop and hands them to me. I sit up and take the glass of water and pills and gulp them down.
"Thanks," I say heaving a sigh of relief "I'm so tired," I complain and lie back on the bed. An unclear memory of Scott and I dancing flashes across my mind and my cheeks go red again and I swallow hard. I turn to look at him.
"What's wrong?" he questions.
"Uhm... About last night, err... I might have gone extreme on the dancing part. I've never done that before I–" he cuts me off and holds my hand.
"It's okay, you don't have to apologize for that. You were having fun," he smiles.
"Did... you have fun?" I cock my head to one side worrying that he didn't like it and probably thought I was a loose human and that he'd never dance with me again and then there'll be an awkwardness between us.
But to my surprise, he nods his head.
"Alot of fun," he says.
Phew! Thank God.
"But I like you sober." He finishes his sentence and grins at me and I smack his chest, but, my fingers linger along his masculine structure. I swallow dryly as my fingers touch his abs one by one. His eyes are on mine but I don't want to look at him. When I finally stop there's an awkward silence and I have no valid reason as to why I even touched him so I randomly find something to fill the silence.
"Err... Guess you've been working out alot," I say looking away and he seems to also snap back to reality.
"Yeah, yeah... Ever since that day... at the woods. I workout twice as much as I used to."
Hold on a sec.
Does he mean he's been working out for... Me?
"Why?" I ask.
"Just in case I need to punch someone... For you," he says while scratching his stubble.
I gasp.
"I don't know what to say, Scott."
"You don't have to say anything. Best friends stick together and for that, I'll always be there for you," he says and I pout and pull him into a hug. I feel like I should thank him for everything that's he's ever done for me. I want him to know that I'm grateful, suddenly the urge to do something I've never thought I'd do slaps me in the face.
I slowly pull away from him and kiss his cheek gently. For a minute there his body stiffens and when I face him again he's as shocked as I am.
Shouldn't have done that! Shouldn't have done that! How stupid of–
"What was that for?" he asks calmly, a smile curving its way up the sides of his lips. A sign that what I just did wasn't a mistake.
"I wanted to thank you... In a better way, I guess." I shrug. "Maybe it was too much for you." I shy away and his fingers reach out to hold my chin and he lifts my head to face him.
"Nothing about you will ever be too much for me. Always remember that," he says and I nod.
Someone knocks the door with three taps.
"Scott! Is she alive? Because if she's not, I'll hold you responsible and then murder you myself!" Roxy yells.
"God! Roxy's dark humor can be a little intense, don't you think?" Scott whispers and I giggle.
"Tell me about it," I say.
Roxy bangs the door a little harder this time round.
"You guys have been in there all morning!" She yells from the other side of the door and Scott swiftly walks to the door and opens it.
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