Addicted

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I stretched, feeling my joints loosen and my muscles tighten, then curled up to my pillow. That was the best nights sleep that I've had in a while. I vaguely remembered a dream, but couldn't quite place what had happened in it.

 Last thing I remember was curling up on the couch with my head on Colby's chest. COLBY!

I sat straight up in the bed, everything from last night flooding my mind. I had asked him if I could be his girlfriend.

"Oh for fuck's sake." I groaned, placing my head in my hands.

Wait, how did I get in my bed? Did he actually carry me to bed? Well, if that wasn't the sweetest shit coming from him. This sweet side was going to take some getting used to, but I wasn't complaining. I wonder if he's still here. Probably not.

 I got out of bed, and checked my reflection in my dresser mirror. You know, just in case he was here, I didn't want to be looking like shit.

 I wiped the excess makeup from my eyes, and pulled the brush through my hair. Considering I was in the same clothes that I wore yesterday, this was the best we were getting until I showered.

 I walked into the living room, and stopped dead in my tracks.

Colby was lying on my couch, his body too long for it, so his feet were hanging over the arm rest at the end. One arm was thrown over his eyes, while the other was resting on his stomach. I could see a strip of tan skin above his waistband, that honestly held my gaze for a minute. I let my eyes roam over his sleeping body, admiring how innocent he looked, even with the deep shadows under his eyes. I never thought that I would even think the word innocent about Colby Brock. Weird.

 I found my phone and checked the time. 11 am. I slept late today. I was usually up around 9.

Since I wasn't sure how late Colby had stayed up, I decided to let him sleep for a while longer, at least while I made breakfast. I put my headphones in and blasted my music like I always do.

 I was in the kitchen frying up some bacon, hash browns, and scrambling some eggs when I felt someone watching me. I turned around and jumped, dropping the frying pan with the eggs, when I saw Colby standing there.

 "Fuck." I snatched my headphones from my ears and bent down to clean up the mess. "Why in the hell wouldn't you say something? Who just stands there creeping on someone? What the hell Colby?"

He smirked, one corner of his lips going up. I wasn't sure if I loved or hated that expression yet.

 "I did. You were too busy dancing around the kitchen, banging pots and pans down. Could you be any louder?" His voice was still rough and deep with sleep. Sexy as hell.

 I cleared my throat, trying to stop that insatiable attraction from starting this early.

 I managed to clear most of the eggs from the floor. Good thing they were almost done so I could just sweep up the rest.

 "Here, let me." Colby grabbed the pan from me, but not on the handle.

 He placed his hand on the iron part, that should have scalded him immediately.

"Oh my God, what is wrong with you??" I cried, snatching the pan back and throwing it on the stove.

 "What?" He looked like he had no idea what was going on.

 I grabbed his hand and turned it over so that I could see his palm. It was just slightly red. I let my fingertips lightly graze over the reddened area.

 "That didn't hurt at all?" I asked in wonder.

 He shrugged.

 "No, the pan had already cooled down some. Pretty stupid of me to do that, I guess."

 "Yeah, it was." I exclaimed, slapping his arm.

 Felt like I was hitting a damn brick.

 "Anyways, you want something to eat? We still have bacon and hash browns." I pointed to the other pan on the stove and the plate of bacon on the counter.

He shook his head, his now messy, curly hair bouncing with the movement.

 "No, I'm not hungry. Too early."

I looked at him incredulously. "It's noon. How is that too early?"

He shrugged and smiled. It was definitely too early for that. My heart sort of swooped in my chest.

 "I usually sleep later than this. More of a night owl. You eat though. Do you have any plans for today?"

 I felt incredibly weird having him in my apartment, knowing that he slept over, but also really touched that he did even though we didn't do anything. He was turning out to be nothing like I originally thought he was.

"Its Friday, and Kat and I usually hang out, go shopping and stuff on Friday's but I haven't spoken with her."

"She stayed the night at my place." He replied.

"Oh...okay."

 I didn't even text Kat at all yesterday, and she didn't text me either. Guess we had both been busy.

I would definitely need to text her soon and get the details on THAT.

"Well, since I haven't heard from her, I guess not."

He grinned again, and stepped closer to me, making me feel like a little mouse standing in front of a giant lion. "How about you come back to my place with me after you finish eating and getting dressed? You can talk to Katrina too."

I got caught up in his eyes again, the silver growing and shrinking, the blue darkening as he held my gaze.

 "Huh..oh, yea. That sounds fine. I need to shower though."

 His lids lowered a little, and his gaze traveled to my lips. Oh no. I felt like he wanted to kiss me, but I hadn't brushed my teeth yet! I knew I wouldn't be able to stop him, if he tried though.

Our non relationship would be dead from morning breath.

 So I did the only thing that I could think of and placed my hand over my mouth. His brow creased, but he still had a small quirk to his lips as he leaned down closer to me.

 "Your breath smells like bacon." He whispered close to my ear, sending chills over my body.