feels good
1156 Words
I wake up slowly, like I’m dragging myself out of deep water, clinging to the last pieces of a dream I can’t quite remember. For a moment, I don’t move. I just lie there, eyes closed, wrapped in warmth that feels… unfamiliar.
Then it hits me. This isn’t my bed, it's too soft, and my eyes snap open.
I stare at the ceiling, blinking, trying to place where I am. The bed feels too big. The air smells different. Everything feels… wrong.
Then I feel it; warmth on both sides and my heart skips. Very slowly, I turn my head to the right.
Zavian Hale, as handsome as ever.
He’s asleep. Calm. Still. Like nothing in the world can disturb him. I swallow and turn to the left.
Caspian Hale, of course he would be here.
He's Messier. Relaxed. One arm too close to me, like he almost reaches for me even in his sleep.
“Oh God,” I whisper under my breath.
Memories start coming back, flashes. The bar. The drinks. Their room then. The way they looked at me, what they did to me and the way I didn't stop myself from going with them.
Heat rushes to my face then I look down at myself quickly. Clothed. Phew! I let out a quiet breath. “Thank God.”
I’m in pajamas. Not mine. Definitely not mine though they fit as if they were mine. I frown, touching the fabric.
“When did I even…?”
Nothing. I don’t remember changing. I don’t remember anything after getting here. My face burns.
“Okay,” I murmur to myself. “Okay, just… leave.”
That’s it. Simple. I don't want my bullies to see me after what happened yesterday and give them more ammo to bully me with.
I carefully push the sheets back, moving slowly, trying not to disturb either of them. My heart pounds like I’m doing something illegal.
Caspian shifts slightly and I freeze.
“Don’t wake up, please,” I think as I hold my breath.
He settles again and I exhale softly and slide off the bed, placing my feet on the floor as quietly as I can.
“Good,” I breathe. “Good, good…”
I straighten and immediately start looking around.
“Where are my clothes?” I mutter.
I scan the room. Nothing.
“No, no, no…”
I move toward the couch. Still nothing.
“Seriously?”
My dress, my shoes, my bag… gone.
“Perfect,” I whisper dryly. “Just perfect, Asena.”
My eyes land on a coat draped over the sofa and I hesitate as I glance towards the bed. Still asleep.
I grab it and slip it on. It’s huge on me, but it covers enough.
“Okay,” I whisper. “We’re good. We’re leaving.”
I turn toward the door, walking faster now, my fingers already reaching for the handle.
“Just open it. Just leave and forget what happened,” I tell myself.
Then, a throat clears behind me and I jump.
“Jesus!”
I spin around so fast that I nearly trip over the coat.
They’re awake. Both of them.
Zavian is sitting up, watching me like he’s been awake for a while and Caspian is on his side, grinning like this is the best thing he’s seen all his life.
I stare at them and they stare at me. For a moment, I forget to be embarrassed.
“…Hi,” Caspian says, his voice lazy. “Running away already, little mouse?”
My mouth opens. Closes.
“I… I wasn’t…”
“Not running?” He cuts in, amused.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” I blurt instead.
Zavian tilts his head slightly. “You didn’t.”
I blink. “What?”
“We’ve been awake,” he says calmly.
My stomach drops.
“You’ve been…” I stop. “You’ve been watching me?”
Caspian chuckles. “Hard not to. You’re not exactly subtle.”
“I was subtle!” I protest.
“M-m,” Zavian hums. “You were not.”
Heat floods my face. “I just didn’t want to disturb you.”
“Of course,” Caspian says, nodding seriously. “Very considerate. After everything you did to us last night.”
My heart stutters. “I didn’t… you…”
I stop. Groan. “I don’t even remember anything.”
That only makes it worse.
Zavian’s lips twitch. “You remember enough.”
“Do I?” I mutter.
Caspian grins. “Trust me. You do.”
I cover my face for a second. “Can you not do this?”
“Do what?” He asks innocently.
“Make this more embarrassing than it already is.”
Zavian swings his legs off the bed and stands. “Why is it embarrassing?”
I gesture between us. “Because this is not normal.”
Caspian laughs. “Normal is boring.”
“That doesn’t make this better!”
“It makes it more interesting,” he counters.
I glare at him, tightening the coat around myself. “I should go.”
Zavian steps closer, not too close, but enough that I feel it. “You can and you will.” I relax slightly. “After breakfast,” he adds.
I blink. “What?”
“Breakfast,” Caspian repeats, already moving toward me. “You didn’t think we would let you leave just like that, did you?”
“I thought you would want me… gone,” I admit before I can stop myself.
They both pause.
Zavian’s expression shifts.
“Why would we want that?”
I shrug, suddenly unsure.
“Last night was just… a moment.”
Caspian’s smile fades a little.
“And if it wasn’t?”
I look at him.
“I don’t know,” I admit quietly.
Zavian exhales softly and steps back then says, “relax. We’re not complicating things.”
“Yeah,” Caspian adds, his grin returning. “We just want breakfast and maybe a proper goodbye.”
My eyes drop to the coat.
“…I didn’t have anything else to wear.”
“We noticed,” Zavian says.
Caspian laughs. “Come on. We’ll find you something better,” he gestures toward a door, “then we eat.”
I hesitate. This is a bad idea. I know it is. I know that I should leave. I should walk out right now, but I don’t. It's as if they have a spell on me.
“…Fine,” I say quietly. “Breakfast.”
Caspian grins wider. “Good choice.”
Then we enter the closet. There, before my eyes, one side is filled with a lady's clothes.
“Damn! How many women have you brought over?" I blurt out without thinking.
“These are all for you," Zavian says and I freeze.
What does he mean for me?
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