He scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment, "Well, he was talking pretty bad shit about you and I was sick of it."
I blushed, "Oh thanks, he's just mad that I rejected him."
"Yeah, I see that. He shouldn't talk to any woman like that." Why is he so concerned about me? Like why the heck am I sitting on his bed right now when I should be at home watching Netflix and shoving my face with popcorn?
I laughed, "You would think that." I didn't know what else to say so I just bit my lip. This was getting awkward. Fast.
I mean I barely knew this guy for heaven's sake! What was I doing at his house?
He cleared his throat, "So why did you guys break up if you don't mind me asking?"
I looked down and played with the hem of the shirt I was wearing, "Well, um, basically we dated for a while and fell in love- well I did. Tonight, apparently it was all a joke. But when my parents got a divorce I became distant and didn't talk to anyone and hid in my room."
"He would yell at me and tell me I wasn't 'satisfying his needs' anymore and was mad. So, I was like 'I don't care I just need you to be here for me!' And he wasn't there for me. But thankfully my two best friends were. I found out he cheated on me and I dumped him. The end."
"How long ago was this?"
I shrugged, "Last year."
"Damn." I was glad he didn't say I was sorry or asked me if I was okay. I was tired of pity. I didn't want pity. I'm over that low-life jerk and I want to focus on finding my future husband.
I lay on the pillow suddenly feeling tired. I closed my eyes just for a second and before I knew it, I was put into a deep slumber.
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When I woke up hours later, I was fully rested. I felt as if I was sleeping on a cloud. I don't think I have slept that well in a long time. My eyes slowly opened and I began to look at my surroundings, I was still in Christian's room.
There was a huge barricade blocking me from seeing most of the room so I couldn't get a good view of it. I looked to see what was blocking my view and noticed it was him. My head lay in the crook of his neck and his arms were loosely wrapped around me as he was dead asleep.
Huh. The bad boy likes to cuddle.
I mentally laughed in my head as I looked at the details on his face. His jawline was sharp as a knife. If I touched it I would probably bleed. He had light stubble growing upon his chin as if he hadn't shaved in a couple of days. He had light freckles scattered upon his cheeks. How is it even possible to look like a God when one is sleeping? I probably look terrible when I sleep. There's most likely drool seeping out of my mouth. Oh god, I don't even want to know what my hair looks like.
Suddenly his eyes flicker open and a grin immediately forms on his lips. Damn it. He caught me staring. "Like something you see, princess?"
I could feel the heat starting to rise to my cheeks but I tried to play it off cool and shrugged, "I'm just trying to figure out why you're such a big cuddler, that's all." A laugh escapes his lips before I see his cheeks turn a slight pink as he notices the position we are in. Suddenly he turns so he's straddling me with my arms pinned to the bed.
I was turned on.
"Oh, tell me you didn't like it." He whispers taking a strand of my hair and placing it behind my ear.
I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore the heat that was burning in between my legs, "I'm not even gonna lie, I did enjoy it. I slept better than I have in years. You're like a giant teddy bear."
He flashes me an actual smile. I had to take a double glance to see that it was a real smile. "Trust me this body is not like your average teddy bear." He sits up and flexes his arms kissing both of his biceps.
I rolled my eyes, "Could you and your insanely large ego please get off of me?"
"I'm good right here, princess."
I start to think. Man, I probably look like a crackhead right now. No makeup. My hair isn't brushed. My morning breath reeks of alcohol. Gross.
"Hey, come here," I whispered. Christian curiously comes closer and I try to lean in to kiss him. He notices my move and leans in to kiss me as well. When he's off his game, I shove him off of me sending him flying back to his side of the bed. I took my chance and got up and ran to the bathroom and shut the door.
Was he going to kiss me back?
"That was a low move, Anderson!" He calls from the other side of the door. I let out a laugh before groaning and realizing, I didn't even have a toothbrush. I didn't look as bad as I thought I would. I had gladly put my hair into a bun last night and it was still intact, I didn't need to fix it.
"Christian?" I called out into the room.
No answer.
I opened the door slightly and gasped when I saw him half-naked, again. He was wearing only a pair of boxers that rode low on his hips leaving only a little imagination. I mean that's all I could see because his back was to me. Man, I just want to run my hand over those muscles.
He must notice my presence because he turns around and cocks his eyebrow at me with a smile, "Yes?" I just stopped breathing. Someone please get the defibrillator, my heart has stopped.
Yes, like I said, he left little to no imagination in those boxers. His body was perfect. Could he get any more gorgeous? I mean good lord!
He cleared his throat when he noticed me checking him out, once again. Dang it Reagan, get yourself together!
"Um, do you have a toothbrush I can use?"
He nods, "Look under the sink there should be some unopened ones in there." I smile and thank him before scurrying back into the bathroom and shutting the door. I totally would have just looked for one myself, but I didn't want to snoop around in his stuff no matter how tempting that is. I found the toothbrush and stole a drop of his toothpaste and brushed my teeth. That feels better.
I exited the room and looked down, what was I supposed to wear? Wait- what were we even doing? Can I go home? Christian lays on his bed engrossed with something on his phone. I walk over to him and plop myself at the foot of the bed. "Hey, do you want to go get breakfast at the coffee shop, and then I'll bring you home?"
I smile and nod, "Sounds good. Do you have something I can wear that isn't fourteen sizes too big?" He chuckles and gets up and rummages through his drawers for something to wear. I noticed that he had a pair of jeans on and a black Thrasher shirt that hugged his muscles.
He eventually pulls out a pair of black leggings. I'm not even gonna ask what girls that is. I stare at him wide-eyed as he hands it to me. He notices my curiosity and chuckles, "Those are my old tights for Football when I played a few years ago. Well a lot of years ago. They are tiny so they should fit you."
Well, that makes me feel better...
I change into the leggings which almost fit me perfectly considering they are men's and they are Christian's. I kept the t-shirt on and exited the bathroom folding the sweatpants and putting them on his dresser because I didn't know where else to put them.
"You can go downstairs I'll be there in a minute, I'm just gonna fix my hair quickly." I nod, grab my phone, exit his room, and wander down the stairs. I sit on one of the couches and pull out my phone scrolling through my messages. Nothing important.
Well, none from my friends or mother.
A minute later I hear footsteps come down the stairs and I mentally scream "yay" because I'm hungry.
The person walks by me and then stops in its tracks and turns towards me, "Reagan?"
I look up from my phone and my eyes widen, "Clay?"
"What are you doing here?"
"I-" I didn't know what to say at this point. "Uh."
Christian's voice cut me off, "Lay off Clay, she's with me."
Clay turns towards Christian and rolls his eyes. He walks up towards him and puts his shoulder around Clay. "I see you've met my annoying little brother."
Brother. That's why he looked so familiar last night.
"That explains everything," I say and they curiously raise their eyebrows at me.
"When I met him last night he just looked so familiar, but now I know why." I chuckled.
Clay laughed, "Yeah so that's why you ran off, you went with him." He said as if he was trying to finish the last piece of a puzzle.
I sheepishly smiled, "Yeah sorry about that. He was fighting my ex. I had to stop him before he killed him or something."
Christian butts in, "As much as I love talking I'm starving so let's go." I stood up and waved goodbye to Clay and walked out of the house behind Christian.
We got into his Mustang and he drove us down to his coffee shop. I ordered a Coffee, a Croissant, and a Muffin. I mean he owned it so I better get my money's worth since I'm not paying.
We began to learn more about each other like how he moved from Denver with his brother so they could start a business. Well, to continue their business. You know, he's a good guy when his head isn't so far up his ass.
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