CH 15: Remember

ROSE

Pushing my hard lids up with as much strength, I struggled to adjust my little pupils with the bright light coming from somewhere outside. It took a moment for me to realize that my body wasn’t actually sleeping still, but was moving a little up-down- then up-down.

That was the time reality hit me…hard..

OMG! I had been sleeping over Ryan’s hard-hard moving up-down chest. Lifting my head slowly, I observed Ryan for any sign of life. I sighed; he was sleeping so soundly that I couldn’t have been glad.

With extreme leisurely I got up from his body—not because I don't want him to wake up or something; I mean I do didn't want him to wake up —not because I care but more because I don't want him to see me—like I was now; messed up.

 My head was pondering but it wasn’t the worst. The worst was the fact that as being my usual self— I forgot everything that happened I was drunk. I mean literally what could have been worse than you get hell drunk last night and in the morning your hell brain wants you to behave as if nothing happened. You don't have a hell clue what the hell on earth you created last night.

My legs made a wobble to stand and an immediate thought came to my nowhere mind. I took a glance over Ryan from top till the bottom and then turned around the axis to pull out my blouse to take a look at the arrangements of my inner secrets.

 I involuntarily let out a loud sigh as I saw my bra, top, and underwear to be in the same place as they should be, and just at the moment a voice that I least wanted to hear interrupted.

 "Don't worry, you're safe "he smirked as I turned to look at him "or I should say I AM safe from your molestation?" He said it with an emphasis on I am and I wondered what actually happened?

 But before I could reply a disgusting feeling to throw upcoming from my gut overtook reason and with a slip second of Formula-1 tournament, I was in the toilet throwing up.

Disgusting? I know that’s why I had wanted to close the door behind me; but unfortunately, that thought was pinned a little late in my brain and before I could realize it, I sense a hand gently tapping my back in reassurance.

He didn’t seem as bad as I had expected him to be. But; what have I even expected him to be?

 I was vomiting the hellish dirt inside from me when a scene of me being drunk flashed in my mind. It wasn't the whole but was enough for me to realize that I had vomited in the flower pot kept at the corner of the lobby.

I immediately regrated drinking. Why? Why? Do on Earth humans have to make something like this to be mad. Isn’t having a crazy brain of all the animals enough to stand out?

 "Easy, easy "I heard Ryan say and I was snapped back to reality. He fetched me a little water bottle with which I finally gargle. Now that I did with extreme elegance—that was left in me.

"You can take the shower first, I'm out " he pointed out with his thumb and was about to move out when he slowly turned to capture my ears to whisper "last night was pretty hot" he bit his lips seductively only to have my fears raised.

 God, what the hell did I do?

 I spent the whole shower cursing every other person who discovered alcohol along with striking my head on every wall, in a hope of recollecting last night's event. My nowhere brain still felt heavy and my eyes a little swollen.

 I got out of the bathroom to find the room empty, relief spread over me. Throwing my robe aside and putting on my underwear and bra I was half on the way to zipping the back of my blue dress when the door clanked open.

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 "Rose~" I turned to see, it was Ryan. Seeing me half-dressed, he automatically closed the door, himself still standing outside. What a gentleman! I mocked. His voice had held amusement, and I couldn’t help but get red at the thought of him seeing me like that. What thought? —no thought; nothing.

"You can come in now, " I said, clearing my throat.

He entered with a bowl of hangover soup in her which despite its taste and smell expected me to consume. I sat on and beside and so did he; besides me. As I finished drinking the soup (and yes I mean the whole bowl—did he thought of me as a baby elephant?), he moved a little closer to me "aren't they big?" He asked with a playful smile covering his forehead.

An expression of embarrassment spread over my face as I began to wonder what he was talking about? His eyes were fixed on my chest. Does he mean my..? I opened my mouth to say something but he interrupted "Whatever they are hot,"

 "H...hot !!? " I spoke immediately looking at my boobs with a blush on my cheeks.

He traced the path of my gaze and then an immediate chuckle echoed in the room "I was talking about the blankets "he said pointing at the while blankets that lied lifeless over the bed across the line of gaze to my br*sts. I knew— he too knew; what he was talking about.

 He again moved to my ear and whispered "what were you thinking ?” he paused and I could feel him grin “...how perverted " he let out a chuckled "about them….I can't say until you let me see them, right?" He said so casually as if, as if he was talking about ..some ice cream on a summer day— lame example; but proves how casually he said. A thunder of needles started to strike my stomach as my cheeks turned a complete shade of red and my heart rate increased.

 "Y..you won't be able to see them " I struggled to say, as if it was not really the truth— it was the truth.

 "But judging from yesterday .." he wrapped his arm around me, and pulled me close with a smirk, "I think I would soon be able to see or even taste them"

God, I would be better dead than this.

 He was about to leave when I grabbed his hand; finally collecting the courage to ask what had actually happened while I was drunk.

He turned his face with his pearl white grin "Already desperate ..?" He said rolling his eyes over me.

 "S-shut up!! " I struggled to speak, pushing my head down with embarrassment that it even touched a little of my chest.

 I took a deep breath before finally speaking "look ... actually, to tell the truth, I mean it's kinda funny, but I don't actually remember what happened?"

 "You don't remember?" I tilted my head up to take a look at him, and he was gazing at him with something more than surprise—disappointment. The look on his face definitely of disappointment. I couldn’t have mistaken it; even if it was for just a few seconds.

I’ve had so many disappointments in my life that it was very easy to sense that in the people around me. But what was he disappointed about? What have I done?

"I mean, I would if you tell me," I said trying to look away. I suddenly felt a little ashamed as if I had given him a wrong signal. Don’t know why but it ached a little to see him disappointed.

 The disappointment in his eyes faded as an evil smile replaced it completely, " If you really want to remember,...." he pushed his face closer to mine " how about I make you remember, every second of it ..." he smirked.

This ain’t gonna be easy…

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