How did we end up here?
The minute I begin to wake, I notice my body is sticky, like I'd sweated in my sleep. My head pounded and my whole body hurt like hell, a pain like never before. I also became aware that my head was leaned on someone's chest . Our bodies were curved perfectly together and arms were wrapped around me, real close to my ass. I open my eyes and the whole world goes rigid. He stirs, stretches, and gives me that sideways grin I want to smack off so badly right now.
"Morning," he rasps sexily.
I shake my head in disgust, pulling the quilt up to hang over my shoulders. Did I not mention we were both naked? Like, completely naked. My head spun and I searched for every possibility, but could only find one. I didn't like the answer, either. It made my heart stop. We didn't...! But it was so obvious that we had. I look over at him, defeated. He gives me a look.
"What's wrong, baby?" He speaks with no confusion or regret.
I collapse back against my pillows, laughing uncontrollable. "What's wrong? Lucas, are you serious right now? Look around and tell me one thing you see that's right!"
"You're not really mad about this, are you?"
I shake my head in utter disbelief. "As hard as it might be to believe, I am not a slut. I hate parties and I certainly don't go home with the first desperate guy I run into." Then I remembered something, remembered all those girls he had last night. "You had so many options, Luke. Why ruin my life?"
He lifts his eyebrows in surprise. "Little Miss 'I don't drink' got totally wasted last night, it's no wonder you don't remember what you did."
"What did I do?"
"I guess that doesn't matter." He leans down, recovering lost clothing. He kept speaking, his voice drained of emotion. "They say what you do when you're drunk is what you really mean to do, only being drunk gives you the courage to actually do it. Guess that's not the case with you."
"Why do you even care? Why are you more bothered by the fact that it was an accident then the fact that you and I...that we even...?"
"Because Ali, I...Ugh!" He punches the wall in frustration. Instinctively, I slide to my feet and rush to his side of the bed. I place a hand on his arm, hoping for a calming gesture. The clench of his jaw falls and he turns his eyes on me. My cheeks flare because of the fact that he's only in his boxers and I'm all the way naked, but I don't turn away.
His arms slide around me, pulling me to him. I hug back, my chin rested in the crook of his neck. "There's so much I want to say right now, Ali. So much I wish you knew, but you just don't see it...And it's not the right time for me to tell you. It might never be. But you're worth waiting for."
He pulls away and looks at me when I sniffle. I hadn't even realize I had started crying. "Luke, what are we even doing? You hate me, remember?"
He scoffs into my shoulder, "I don't hate you, Alisha. I never have. I know I'm an ass, call me whatever you'd like, but it's only because I have no clue what I'm doing. Everything about you leaves me feeling so lost. I just don't know anymore..."
"Believe me, I know the feeling. I've been so confused for weeks now."
"You have?" I nod. "Look, I don't know what I was thinking last night, okay? Those girls, they meant nothing to me. They were honestly just a distraction from you. Which didn't work, and never has. It wasn't to make you jealous, but you looked so hot last night, Ali. You had so much to drink, and I knew you had been watching me, for quite some time throughout the night. You finally had enough. You pushed away whatever chick was with me at the time and you kissed me. You kissed me, Ali. If I would have known you'd be upset...I don't know, I mean, I knew what we were doing. I brought you home because of how drunk you were, but one thing lead to another and, well, you know how it ended. I couldn't help myself. You were all over me and I loved it. Dammit, I love you, Ali. I've been in love with you for years."
I look up at him in a daze. Am I dreaming, or hearing things maybe? It's not what I want to hear, and I just can't believe it. Before I got a chance to reply, his lips were pressed to mine. I push him away.
"No! Luke, no. Just--Just get...get out, okay?" I went from mad, to sorry, to just plain begging, in the short few seconds it took to stumble out the sentence. I wanted to just curl up and freaking cry. I wanted to scream at the world. I wanted to laugh at this big, sick joke! And here he came again, pulling me to him, and I couldn't resist.
"No, baby. I'm not doing that, not leaving, not going anywhere. I'm staying right here." He pulled us to sit on the bed, but still held me to him. "Don't you think we should maybe talk about this?"
"Talk about what? How I was drunk and you made me fall pray to you? Made me just another one of those girls I swore to myself I'd never be!?" I screamed, on the verge of tears. Why does my life always come with some sort of frustration?
"No, baby, no! You aren't just another---"
"Just go away!"
"Luke," I warned. I looked down quickly because I felt a lovely tickle. His hand was on the top of my thigh, moving lazily, but I don't think he noticed he was doing it. With all the arguing, I didn't, either. But now the silence echoes off the walls and I look up at him. Our eyes meet, and I don't really know what happened next. We were kissing and neither of us pulled away until a ringing broke the moment. I blushed, darting quickly for my phone that was on the floor next to the bedside table. Oh, god! My eyes dart to Luke's in horror, "It's Jake."