Page 80 of Love Collided

“What are you doing in here?”

“Coming to stay with you. You brought me to your apartment. I assumed you didn’t want to be alone as much as I don’t.”

I rolled over, wrapping an arm around her, pleasantly surprised when she didn’t jump away from me.

“What are you doing, Chase? You aren’t seriously trying to sleep with me right now, are you?”

“I’m trying to sleepnextto you. Big difference.” I pulled her harder against me, her ass uncomfortably close to my dick, but I made my drunken thoughts shut that down. “Go to sleep, you perfect human. I'll try to fix it all tomorrow.”

“What’s with the weird compliment?”

My head spun again as I shifted against her. “I don’t remember what I said.”

“You called me —”

“Shh,” I said, leaning up to kiss her neck. There was no way I was going to be able to have a conversation with her that wouldn’t mess things up more. “Let’s sleep.”

“Scout,”

“Hmm,”

“Thank you.”

It wasdaylight when I woke, but I didn’t care what time it was. The steady rain outside giving enough darkness to not wake me up completely.

I slid out of bed, careful not to wake Scout as I went to find water and mouthwash. A few minutes later, I went back to the bedroom. I could see her roll over. Her arm flopping onto where I would have been.

Her head popped up. “Chase?”

“Right here and glad you remembered it was me next to you.”

She groaned, pulling the pillow over her head. “I was actually only hoping that you left.”

“No,” I said, laying down and moving against her. “I just went to brush my teeth so you could stand to be in the same room as me. And don’t even lie. I was drunk, but I clearly remember you coming to get me.”

“You do still smell like a case of beer,” she said from under the pillow.

“I’ll go shower shortly.” I smiled as I pulled the pillow away, moving it under her head again.

“How about now? As you can imagine, waking up to that smell does not bring back good memories.”

The weight of her words hit me as I remembered the house and all the old beer cans around. “Shit, Scout, I’m sorry.” I got up, pulling off my shirt. “I haven’t been drinking like that. It was just a bad night.”

“Yeah, whatever, just go please.”

She turned over, her eyes going wide as she noticed my shirt off and watching as I pulled off my pants.

“What are you doing?”

“Showering?”

“Here? I thought you would go home!”

My smile grew. “I have no car. I left it…somewhere.”

“I’m sure you have a car service that can manage to help.” And then she mumbled something about spoiled rich kids.

“There is, but I would much rather stay here for a while. Who wants to travel when they are hung over?”

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