ℐ𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊， 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊．．．| 𝘕𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘍𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯 ¹

𝟒 - 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧

Thomas POV

Have you ever woke up and just feeling that maybe it would be best to stay in bed? As if at the exact moment you touch the pavement with your feet, it will crumble to pieces or, like, swallow you, making you fall in a pit of dark desperation? No? Well, let me tell you this, it fucking sucks. If you remember where we left off you know what I'm talking about: the right moment I opened my eyes I wanted to stay in bed, and considering what happened that morning it would've certainly be the best course of action. Groaning I brought my hands on my face remembering what happened the night before...we kissed, I thought, but does she remember? Is she upset about it? Will she kill me? Then, realizing I would've never find out if I stayed on the bed, I got up and stretched my arms, yawning in the process. After that I headed upstairs, in Nadine's room, and found her still sleeping, well, more like snoring. Pointless to say, I found that the cutest thing ever: Nadine could manage to look both incredibly hot and stupidly cute, and I had no idea how the heck did she do that! I walked inside the room and sat on the bed beside her and gently caressed her face with the back of my fingers. So beautiful... I thought. I just wanted to kiss her again, but I couldn't, not when she kissed me while she was drunk, not when I didn't know if she remembered or even if she liked it as much as I did. When I noticed she was slightly shifting in her bed I understood that she was about to wake up, and since only a creep stares at a girl while she sleeps, I got up and exited the room. What? I wasn't staring! I was just...a-admiring...okay I was staring, now mind your own business! Anyway, as I was saying before your judging ass interrupted me, I exited her room and descended the stairs. I went inside the kitchen and poured myself a glass of fresh water to actually wake up, while also trying to keep my mind away from the image of Nadine and the taste of her lips on mine. After a few moments I heard a pair of footsteps behind me, so I turned around and saw Nadine with half closed eyes heading for the fridge, opening it, taking the juice, closing it, and pouring the liquid in a glass, then downing it in one go. I tried to keep my composure since she was standing right beside me, with those messed hair that, no matter what you tell me, were absolutely perfect for me. After a bit she mumbled to me

Nadine: "You're staring, creep."

'I love you'...don't worry, I said it in my head. Instead I answered

Thomas: "Well good morning to you too, sleeping beauty."

And she lazily flipped me off, which by the way hurt for the first time ever, but of course I didn't show it. A small, really tiny part of my brain was dying to know if she remembered kissing me, if she enjoyed it and her pride wasn't letting her admit it. So, while I was exchanging a few glances at her and then at the glass in front of me, I tentatively asked

Thomas: "So, do you...remember anything? From last night?"

I didn't have to wait that long for an answer, but those two/three seconds felt like two/three hours for me

Nadine: "Ugh...no. I swear I'm a mess when I drink a lot, I never remember a thing and the hangover is a bitch. Please tell me I didn't kiss some lame ass yesterday..."

And in that moment a part of my heart broke. Like, seriously. Something inside of me hurt after her answer. Maybe it was the fact that she didn't remember, maybe it was that she unconsciously called me a lame ass, maybe it was both. But I forced back the tears that were about to spill out, swallowed the huge lump I had in my throat and answered

Thomas: "Hm...well, I may or may not have seen you exchanging a few smooches with Mr. Adorable."

Imagining her with that guy, Arvin, Ermin...Erwin, was disgusting. And imagining her kissing another dude was hurting me even more, but I had to fake it well. Nadine looked at me and shook her head, confused