All On Contract

Chapter 15 - What Happened Last Night?

Tessa's P.O.V:
I shield my face from the sun that's shining bright through the windows. Fuck, my head hurts. I pull the duvet off me, reveling a arm wrapped around my waist. I slowly turn around to come face to face with a sleepy Marshall.

What happened last night?

I grab my phone to check the time, 2:45pm. We slept the day away. Guess we were pretty drunk. I can't seem to remember a thing. Well actully I do. I remember fighting with Marcus and Nicole.

I met Marcus last night. Oh god I made a damn fool of myself by crying and getting emotional infront of him. Fuck, why do I keep doing this? Why do I keep making him think that I still care?

I still remember a few events from last night. How Marshall kept touching me, after drinking around the table, I forgot what else happened. Something about dancing but i'm not quiet sure.

I bite on my bottom lip as I look at Marshall's perfect face. For some reason, I don't find it awkward that we sleep in the same bed. Maybe because it's my home, my own bed. Wait, why are we in the same room and why was he spooning me?

"That's fucking creepy." Marshall's moans. Fuck, his morning voice is so sexy.

"What is?" I ask quietly.

"Your staring at me like you want me to fuck your brains out." He mumbles. I push him back making him laugh.

"I was not staring." I say.

"Then what the fuck were you doing?" He asks with his eyes still closed as he rests his head on his arm.

"I was thinking." I shrug as I sit up, putting my weight on my elbow.

"About what?" He mumbles.

"About how we ended up in the same bed." I say honestly. Marshall doesn't say anything for a while and finally decides to open his eyes and looks at me.
"You mean, you forgot?" He asks.

"Forgot what?" I ask.

"It's best if you don't remember." He smirks as he turns to lay on his side to face me fully.

"Tell me." I roll my eyes.

"Damn, does that hurt?" Marshall asks.

"Does what hurt?" I ask him.

"That. There." Marshall says and points to my neck. I lean towards my bedside table and pull out a small mirror.

"What is it-" I stop talking when I see the red mark. "Marshall. Is that a fucking hicki!" I shout and my mouth drops open.

"A what?" He smirks, clearly knowing what it is.

"You know what!" I smack his arm. "Did you do this?" I ask as I touch the mark.

"Guess you don't remember anything from last night." Marshall chuckles.

"Marshall." I groan. He doesn't say anything as he climbs out of bed and makes his way out of my bedroom. "Marshall! Tell me what happened!" I shout after him but he doesn't answer me. Jerk.

***

I get into the shower and get dressed in a pair of grey sweats and black tank top. I blow dry my hair and tie it down as I make my way downstairs.

Marshall still hasn't told me what the fuck happened last night. Oh and did I mention I wasn't in my dress when I woke up? No, well I was dressed in a white top and sweat shorts. If me and Marshall actually did screw around, here's the evidence.

Or maybe you just got changed last night, Tess..

Maybe. I don't fucking know. But I was drunk last night, I can barley remember anything so what if he dressed me. He saw me naked. Fuck my life..