Save Me- Lex -Last Night
1282 Words
He must have literally crashed onto my bed. I watch him sleep for a little bit. I smile as I think of our conversations today. He probably won’t remember any of them in the morning. I walk over to him and lightly kiss his forehead. He’s already removed his shoes, so I pull my blanket over him and grab a pillow so that I can sleep on the couch. He would probably have a heart attack if he woke up and I was lying next to him in bed. I am sure that he will freak out once he wakes up and realizes that he’s not in his own bed.
I watch him sleep a little more. He doesn’t snore, and that’s a good thing. I also realize that I look like a stalker so I grab my pillow and leave the room, I guess I’ll be sleeping on the couch.
“Lexi? Lex.” I feel someone tapping my shoulder.
“Did you just call me Lexi?” I mumble.
“Do you have a bucket? And where are your towels?”
I rollover to see Bryan standing over me.
“I threw up,” he says.
“Course you did, you dumbass. You drank four beers and had a shot. What did you think would happen?”
I hoist myself off of the couch and head into the hallway. When I go into the bedroom, I brace myself to clean up vomit from my bed and floor, but nothing is there.
“Where did you throw up?”
“I made it to the toilet.”
“I guess that it’s a good thing that our apartments are laid out the same, eh?”
We had towards the bathroom and I notice just a little bit of vomit on the toilet seat.
“I’m sorry; I thought I got it all,” he says.
“Bry, it’s okay,” I smile. “If you cleaned it up, why do you need a towel?”
“I was hoping to take a shower. I feel kind of gross,” he says sheepishly.
“Want me to grab some clothes for you?”
“My keys are on your kitchen counter.”
‘Okay,” I smile. “There’s a new toothbrush in the second drawer.”
I head out of the bathroom and I hear him call my name.
“Lexi?”
“Yeah, Bry?”
“Thank you,” he says.
“That’s what friends are for.” I shrug.
He studies my face for moment and then nods.
I nod back and leave the room, shutting the door. As I lean my head on the back of the door, I hear the shower kick on.
There are two things that I know for sure:
1 I’m falling for Bryan and I cannot stop myself.
2 This is going to end badly.
I grab his keys and head to his place where I let myself in and head straight to his bedroom. His bed is made and his room is neat, very clean. I begin to open drawers until I find a gray pair of boxer briefs, a gray T-shirt and plaid lounge pants and socks. On my way out, I see his cell phone on the counter and grab that too.
When I get back to my place, I head straight to the bathroom and knock on the door since the shower isn’t running anymore.
He opens the door after a second. I glanced at him, he has the towel wrapped around his waist and is brushing his teeth. God, he looks so sexy. Water is dripping down his chest.
I blink and focus my eyes on his face. “Clothes?” I thrust them out
He raises an eyebrow and takes the toothbrush out of his mouth. “Thanks,” he says to me, mouth forming a smile.
“I brought your phone too,” I pull it out of my pj pocket.
“Yeah, I should call the principal to tell him that I won’t be in.”
“Aww… Playing hooky because of the little hangover?” I laugh.
“That and I have over sixty sick days. I think I’m entitled to at least one,” he puts the toothbrush back into his mouth, taking the clothes and phone from me. I reach in to shut the door and head to the kitchen. I pull out my teakettle, two mugs and tea bags.
As the water begins to boil, Bryan comes out of the bathroom, “I left the towel in the bathroom on the tub. My clothes are in there too.”
“We can do wash right now if you want.”
“You don’t mind?”
“Why would I mind?”
“I always do laundry on Sundays,” he says.
“Ok?” I pour water into the mugs.
“When do you do laundry?” he asks.
“Whenever it needs to be done,” I hand him a mug.
“You made me tea?”
“Is that okay?” I pause, looking up at him.
He nods with a smile.
“I’ll go throw this stuff into the washing machine.”
I grab his stuff from the bathroom floor and shove it into the washer with the towel. When I come back into the living room, he’s sitting on the couch and drinking his tea. I grab mine from the counter and sit on the couch as well.
“Did you call your principal?”
“Yeah.”
“What time is it?” I look around for my clock.
“5:30 AM.”
“Damn,” I run my hand over my face. “Are you going to be okay? Do you want some crackers or something?”
“Nah. This is great though,” he holds up his mug. “What kind is it?”
“It’s green tea.”
“It’s good,” he takes a sip.
“So, when was the last time you got head?” I asked nonchalantly, taking a sip of my tea.
He sputters, dribbling tea down his chin. “What?’
“Head?”
“Why do you ask?” He looks at me incredulously.
“I’m only finishing the conversation that we had last night.”
“Last night?” He chokes out.
“You don’t remember?”
“No,” he coughs.
“You said that it’s been a while, so I was just wondering how long has it been?”
He closes his eyes and says, “What else did I say?”
“You told me that I had soft lips,” I smirk.
He quickly opens his eyes wide. “I did?”
“You really don’t remember this?” I put my hand over my heart.
His eyes narrow, “Are you messing with me?”
“No!” I laugh. “I was drawing a street lamp and you said that it looked like a p***s and proceeded to tell me that Stacey won’t give you head because she thinks it’s gross and then you told me that I have a nice mouth.” I smile and take a drink of my tea.
He closes his eyes and leaned his head back on the pillow, “Is that all I said?”
“Isn’t it enough? I mean, we just met yesterday.” I laugh.
He opens his eyes and looks at me, “I can’t believe that I just met you yesterday. It feels like I’ve known you forever.”
“I know what you mean,” I say to him.
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