Page 69 of Sparks Fly
Slowly turning my head, I see Creed on his side, tucked against my body with his arm hooked over me and a very noticeable prod in my side. I stay still in fear of waking him up and then him panicking.
This is not ideal. Technically, this is my fault, I asked him to sleep in here. I mean, he probably didn’t have bets on him snuggling into me, but here we are.
My mouth is dry but my drink is next to him. Damn it. So, I just lay here, dying of thirst.
Flashbacks play in front of me of the night before, and that’s when I remember that I was sick all over myself. Then Creed undressed me and ran me a bath.
Humiliation flames my cheeks and at this moment in time I want to run away and hide before he wakes up.
How did I let that happen?
To be honest, I wasn’t in a fit state.
Deep down I am glad he was here because if I was on my own, I would have maybe choked on my own sick and died. So, there’s the silver lining I suppose.
I was an idiot to think I would be okay to drink three bottles of wine to myself.
Forcing my eyes shut, I try and let myself doze back to sleep but when I feel my body getting heavy, he stirs next to me, and I tense up. He groans, before pulling me into him.
“Morning.” His voice rumbles and then his beautiful green eyes flutter open and that’s when the sheer panic etches itself on his face.
“Morning,” I whisper and he rolls away, mouth opening and shutting.
“I.. I’m, I mean…” he stammers, and I give him a tight smile.
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” I try and make this not a big deal, but in fact, this is a pretty big deal.
I’m in bed with my ex-boyfriend’s dad.
Who looked after me when I was drunk.
Then woke up, curled around my body with a morning glory.
He grabs the sheet from our bodies and wraps it around himself before walking out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
Great.
Giving myself a minute or two, I push to my feet, throw back two pain killers and drink my water and trudge back to my bedroom, closing my own door.
I shouldn’t have asked him to stay with me.
Rookie mistake.
Dressedin a soft tee and short lounge set, I swipe my phone and message Nora.
Wish you were here
The three dots appear.
Me too. Sorry I couldn’t get there, but this weekend is looking good.
I smile.
That would be amazing, but is it going to be too close with the race schedule restarting? If it is, no biggie. Honestly, I’m fine.
I wait, three dots, then nothing, then three dots.
Not at all. This weekend is pretty clear, Dylan can stand in for me if need be. But it’ll be a fly in Saturday, leave Sunday kind of thing. Annoying, but…
