Bethany's POV
When I had showed up at her door, I was a bit surprised at first. I was expecting to see Leighton open the door, but when her panty-dropping boyfriend opened the door, I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. Colton was staring at me with a puzzled look on his face. He stood clad in his black boxer briefs. His small amount of hair ontop of his head was slightly messy.
"Hi, I'm-" I try to introduce myself, but he cuts me off.
"Bethany Smith." He says as he lets out a yawn. "I'd be an idiot to not know who you were..." He jokes lightly. I try to let out a small laugh, but nothing wants to come out.
"Right. Is um.. Leighton here?" I ask awkwardly. I would feel a lot more comfortable and confident if he wasn't standing in front of me with practically nothing to cover himself.
"Oh, yeah. Come on in." He offers, moving aside a bit. When I walk past him, I feel my hand awkwardly brush his side, and I look down to keep him from seeing the reddness in my cheeks.
"I'm just gonna go get her... Uh I guess make yourself at home?" He offers, ushering me to a barstool in the kitchen.
I look around, noticing the small details of the house. For as much money as I'm sure she has, Leighton didn't own a very extravegant house. It wasn't small by any means, but it wasn't the largest house you'd think she would own. It was cute and like a little country house. It was very her from what I could tell. All the colors were very bright and warming. I think the darkest things in her house were her appliances, and they were stainless steel.
Everything reminded me of living down in the south. The cabinets were white with light granite tops. The floors were wood and the small brass detailings made the colors in the kitchen stick out. I would explore more of the house, but I didn't want to be creepy. This is the first time I've been to her house and I invited myself over.
"Bethany?" I hear her voice behind me, snapping me from my observations of the entire kitchen.
"Oh hey." I tell her as I turn around.
I try not to laugh as I take in her appearance. She's dressed in nothing but a pair of high socks and obviously one of Colton's shirts. Her hair was pushed up into some type of birds nest on top of her head. Her eyes were only wide enough to see a tiny bit of her pupils. She looked so tired and I automatically felt awful.
"I'm so sorry I woke you up." I immediately apologize. "I'd been wandering for the past couple hours. I had no idea it was this late." I tell her as I check the clock to see it was 2 in the morning.
"Where were you wandering at this time of night?" I hear a masculine voice behind me, making me gasp, but then I realize it's just Colton.
He takes a seat on the countertop next to where Leighton had sat. They were both facing me, yet still cuddled up next to each other. The sight made me slightly queezy, but I pushed it away. I was just jealous of how happy they were and how much I wanted that. Yet, I was the one who ruined that for myself, so I think that's why I felt so much sicker then I would have if this wasn't all my fault.
I find it cute that he stayed up with her for this. He had put some pants on while he was up there too, so at least that was a bit less distracting. He was still with her though, even though this had nothing to do with him, you could tell he wasn't going to go to bed without her. So he was attractive and sweet. Damn it.
"I think Harry and I broke up? But I don't really know." I mumble and when I look up at Leighton her eyes are now wide open and a small scowl is between her eyesbrows.
"What?" She asks complete confusion.
"Yeah..."
"Why? You said you were so happy when we were at lunch?" She states and I look between Colton and Leighton hoping either one of them would give me a different facial expression, but even Colton is looking at me completely astonished.
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