chapter twenty nine [ Schuyler ]
I snuggled against the pillow beside me, pulling it closer to me. It felt warm beneath my touch. I sniffed against it, keeping my eyes shut closed. The pillow suddenly shifted against my touch. I smiled to myself and tried to return to dreamland. I sighed dreamily, thinking about what I would actually dream about when I return to sleep.
Wait.
Did I just say that the pillow moved?
Something shifted once again beneath my touch. I snap my eyes open and sat up immediately, that my head started throbbing from the sudden pain. Something ( more like someone ) groaned beside me, and the weight on the mattress suddenly shifted.
I blinked for a few times. Was I dreaming? This has to be a nightmare.
I slowly turned my head to the side. Eye wide open, arms bawled into fists. I didn't know what was beside me so I had the instinct to punch the man on the face if he does anything stupid or weird.
"What are you doing," the voice growled under the sheets, shifting once again.
What am I doing? More like what are you doing on my bed.
I poked the bump on the sheets and immediately retreated. It shifted once more on the sheets. My breath got caught up in my throat as a half naked Allen suddenly threw the sheets over his head and groaned once more.
"What joke are you trying to do, waking me up early on a Sunday morning," he muttered, placing a hand on his hair, rubbing down all the hairs pointing up.
I flushed red, embarrassed ( partly because he was half naked beside me, and because of my actions early in the morning ) . "W-what are you doing on my bed?" I stuttered.
"Your bed?" Allen echoed. A playful smirk formed on lips damp lips. "You don't remember what happened last night?"
What happened? "What exactly happened last night?" I asked.
Allen pointed to his bare chest. I frowned at him, and cocked my head to the side. He slapped a hand to his face, keeping it there. I saw a hint of red on his ears. He pointed once more to his chest, gesturing towards my direction. I slowly looked down. What if there was an insect on my chest?
I almost screamed my heart out when I noticed what he was trying to say. I pulled the sheets to my chest as my face immediately turned a thousand shades of red. I was only black lacy bra and my panties. "Did we-"
"No!" he countered, taking off his hands from his eyes. "I don't take advantage of girls, especially the ones I just started dating,"
"Actually you do, that's why you're called a player," I countered, frowning at him.
He shrugged. "You screamed 'I'm burning hot!' and ran half naked around the house,"
I stared at him dumbfounded. Did I actually do that? "Is there someone else at home?" I asked, making sure that no one saw that embarrassing moment.
"Just joking," he said laughing. "Don't take jokes seriously, sweetie,"
"Since when have we been on the nickname basis now?"
"Since you've been my girlfriend,"
"Seriously, sweetie?" I countered. "I actually prefer being called my name, more that sweetie,"
"Cloudy then," he said with a nod.
"Exactly what did I do last night?" I asked him.
"You drank wine," he simply said.

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