The Deal

Chapter 37

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I couldn't seem to get my eyes to open willingly, I knew it was morning and still probably early but my head kept telling me I needed to wake up.

I had no idea why. In fact, all I wanted to do was curl myself more into the blankets and put my face in the pillow, falling back asleep.

But I sat up, running my hands down the length of my face.

I look down at my lap, the sheets had fallen from my chest and I then realized I was utterly naked. Even though no one was around I found myself clenching the sheet to my chest.

I turn to my left, half expecting Christian to still be there like he was when I had fallen asleep in his arms. But he was gone, no sign of him.

Memories of last night had come rushing to my head. The way it had felt to be touched by Christian, the feel of his lips on my neck and my body. It was definitely a fantasy I didn't think I'd be living.

Why did the thought of me sleeping with Christian feel so surreal?

But none the less I had slept with him and it was amazing.

I stood up, the sheet still wrapped around my body. I wasn't sure if Christian had gone to work or if he had just left for some unknown reason.

My mind couldn't help but wander off into its own thinking, what if he had left because he regretted everything? I tried not thinking that way but with the situation, I couldn't even tell myself if I regretted it or not!

I held the sheet to my chest tightly while I opened the door. The place seemed empty, I had no clue what time it was but it felt early enough.

I walked into the hallway and spotted Christians room, his door was open.

I had never gone into his room before. I always imagined it big and decorated nicely.

I hesitated, standing slightly closer to the door. I wondered if I should just walk in. Would that be rude? Would he think that I was lurking around or something?

After much debate, I decided that there couldn't be too much harm if I walked in.

So I did.

Inside the room, centered, sat a huge king sized bed. Across from the bed was a big flat screen tv and under that was a wooden dresser. On the dresser sat frame pictures, one of Christian next to his uncle, smiling. He looked much younger in the picture, and he had a cap and gown on. I figured it was his graduation day.

Next to that picture was a woman holding a baby, and it didn't take me long to realize that it was probably his mother holding him.

And right next to that picture sat a picture frame faced down. I look around, no sign of Christian in the room. I lifted up the frame and narrowed my eyes.

It was a picture of him in a snowsuit, clearly on some type of ski trip, next to him was Alexander with his arm around his shoulder. They both smiled and looked happy.

A friendship I might've broken up.

Guilt swelled inside me and I ended up dropping the picture back in its place, faced down.

I turn around, examining the rest of his bedroom. It was pretty empty though I couldn't help but notice on his side table were a stack of books.

It meant he read which I found fascinating. I never really imagined Christian in his room. I imagined him always on the go, which was probably a pretty accurate description.

I walked around his room, examining nothing in particular.

To the left of the room were two different doors. I figured one was his bathroom and the other his closet.