tell me a secret...i'll tell you mine (editing and rebranding)

chapter 19: i burn for you.

Oh gosh. Kill me now.
My head hurts so much.
Am I dead?
Can sunlight disappear already?
This bed is so warm though.
I slowly open my eyes adjusting to the morning sun. It's so bright in here.
I know I'm not in Daisy's home right now and I probably lost my virginity to some stranger, but I'm too weak to scream or concentrate.
I sit up and look around and my first thought is: white.
Everything, from the walls to the bed sheets: white.
Not to talk of the massive floor windows which allows sunlight that's too much for comfort seep through.
The person who owns this house must be crazy rich and crazy obsessed with sunlight.
I look around and see a glass of water and a pain reliever of some sort.
Is it advisable I take this?
I don't even know whose house this is or how I got here.
Whatever, I'm having a migraine here.
I take the pill and swallow taking a sip of water with it.
I want to lie down back because honestly everything about this room is heaven but the owner could be a really old creepy white man for all I know. Or woman. What is wrong with me? Why did I first think of man?
   The room door opens,
Or it could be Lucas'.  I should have guessed.
   Lucas walks in and walks around the room as if looking for something before he turns his attention to me.
How does someone look so good in the morning? It's almost illegal. I probably look like a train wreck compared to him.
I hate that he looks good. I hate that I think he looks good. I was fine before he came along.
And that hair, I want to pull it.
Ugh
"You're awake. How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine, just a headache.”
I’m dying but OK.
He walks closer to the bed.
What is he doing?
Move away.
Don't come any closer.
I withdraw.
He raises an eyebrow before stretching out a bottle of orange juice to me.
Was he holding that before?
"You used the pill, right? Here take this. It's dangerous using pills on an empty stomach"
I scoff inwardly.
You're the one to talk.
    Muttering a 'thank you', I collect the bottle and pop open the lid before taking a sip.
I sigh and look up at him.
Of course he looks better close up.
"You don't remember anything from the party, do you?"
  Oh right, party. I went partying last night. I remember parts, mostly dancing but nothing that actually makes sense and just thinking of it is making me want to hit my head on something for relieve.
I'm never drinking again.
I shake my head muttering 'no'
"Please tell me I didn't do anything stupid."
He stares at me intently with those stupidly awfully beautiful eyes of his.
Ugh.
"Define stupid"
Ok so I did do something stupid.
I remember...giggling, like a lot.
I do not giggle. 
I pull on my hair and ask the question I've been avoiding,
"Did I- d-did we?"
He smirks, "necrophilia isn't in my thing"
I roll my eyes. I see someone watched fifty shades. Cringe ass movie.
He smiles a small smile.
I sigh again. I've been doing that a lot lately.
"I'm sorry. You didn't sign up for my bullshit. You probably have better things to do"
"It's fine."
I turn my gaze to him and maintain eye contact with him.
His eyes are really brown right now.
"I'll prepare something for you to eat",
I stand immediately from the bed almost falling because of the headache. I’m never drinking again. He doesn't have to do that.
"No honestly I'll just go. I've wasted too much of your time",
"It's ok. I want to"
"But-"
"I insist"
His meals are delicious anyways. I'm never admitting that though.
That's when I see it, his eyes trailing down my...
I look down to my legs to see it exposed.
What the fuck?
"Holy shit," I grab the blanket and clutch it around me.
I also notice that I'm in a T-shirt. His T-shirt. I feel like a victorian era virgin right now.
"Dude, why am I- why did you undress me?
Where are my clothes?" I glare at him which for some reason makes him smile. Weirdo.
"You threw up and your clothes was covered in vomit."
"Oh"
I guess that makes sense.
"Well could get me sweatpants or something?"
He folds his arms his muscles flexing.
"Why? I like what I see"
This bitch.
"Lucas get me sweatpants you fucker", I glare at him.
"Has anyone told you how cute you look when you're upset?"
"Lucas!!!"
"Fine. Fine. Calm your tits", he chuckles.
He walks towards the adjacent room which I assume is the closet.
This dude is rich. Of course he is.
He returns with a sweatpants and hands it to me.
"You can use the bathroom in there. I left out a spare toothbrush. Your clothes are also in there. I already laundered them"
Of course he did.
"Thank you", I mutter.
He hums.
Then he does the unexpected (not really), he removes his T-shirt and holy fuck.