Chapter 47:

I bit down on my lower lip, my eyes gazing down at the bed sheets as I felt Corey's hand sweep away the hair that fell in my face.

So many distractions...

Would we ever even be able to actually finish without getting interrupted?

God knows Drake's bound to come knocking sometime soon talking about alcohol and whatever else flies through his mind.

And I was starting to get a really bad headache, the kind that made you want to take any kind of medicine you could get your hands on just as long as it would make the annoying pain go away.

"Is something wrong?" Corey asked, his fingers lightly brushing against my cheek.

I shook my head faintly, feeling the sharp pains jolt through my head.

I suddenly thought the light in here was just too bright, even though it was just the small lamp by the bed that was on.

"Good because I don't want any more distractions." His lips met mine eagerly.

I kissed him back; it was impossible not to. I got so wrapped up in him. He was the best distraction of all.

It wasn't long before a sharp, intense pain shooting through my forehead made me pull back, slightly wincing.

This had to be the worst headache I've had, the pain was horrible.

"What's wrong?" Corey asked.

"My head hurts. I'm going to go get some medicine." I responded, leaving his grasp and getting off the bed.

"Are you alright?" I heard him ask, an undertone of worry in his sweet voice.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." I reassured, rubbing my head as I walked to the door.

"I could get it for you."

"No, it's fine."

"Can I come with you then?"

"Yeah, you don't have to ask."

I looked over and he was already walking beside me.

We walked downstairs, into the kitchen and I sauntered over to the cabinets looking for the white bottle with the green label.

I found it, taking out two pills and turned around; Corey handed me a glass of water.

I took it from him. "Thanks."

I swallowed the pills with a drink of water.

These things better work fast.

"Why do you have headaches so much?" Corey inquired in a soft voice.

I shrugged. "They're usually not that bad so."

"Is this one?"

"Kind of."

"Does that mean yes?"

I nodded.

"Do you want to go lay down? I won't try anything, I promise."

I breathed a laugh. "Really, is that possible? 'Cause judging by the way you've been acting the past hour it doesn't seem like it."

He looked thoughtful for a moment. "I really acted...needy. Oh god, shoot me."

I smiled with amusement. "Are you just now realizing how you've been acting?"

He nodded swiftly. "Yeah, it's like I just came to my senses or something. I feel so stupid. What the hell was wrong with me? Why didn't you say anything?"

"What was I supposed to say? Besides it was kind of...cute." I gave a small half-smile.

He stared at me blankly. "Cute? That. Was. Not. Cute. That was a horrible display of weakness."

"Uhmm, no it wasn't."

"Yes it was and it will never happen again."

"Okay, I may not understand how your mind works but okay."

"Don't act like I'm insane."

"I'm not. God, you're paranoid."

"You always say that."

"Because you are paranoid. Seriously how do you not see it?"

"New subject. You wanna go lay down?"

"No."

"Why not?" He whined.

"You sound like a child."

"Shut up, I do not."

Don't tell me to shut up."

"You're in a bad mood."

"I am not." I protested.

"It must be the headache."

"I'm not in a bad mood you're just pissing me off."

"I'm so glad I didn't have sex with you if you're were going to be like this afterwards." He commented.

"I wasn't going to have sex with you anyways."

"You're just saying that." He chided.

"No I'm not. I seriously wasn't going to."

"Then why-?" He made a frustrated noise and leaned over the counter, resting his elbows on it.

I was just as frustrated as he was but I didn't know why.

It usually took more than this to make me mad.

Maybe it was the headache...

Drake came in the kitchen then, holding a small bottle of something sparkly and a bottle of vodka.

"Hey guys, what's up?" He greeted cheerfully.

Corey stood up straight, glancing over at him, his eyes going straight to the vodka.

"I came up with something-glitter vodka." Drake mused. "Wanna see?"

Corey and I both just looked at him in silence.

"I'm taking that as a yes." Drake opened the small bottle and got a handful of the sparkly stuff, seeming to be glitter.

He threw it at us; it mostly fell on Corey in which Drake laughed at.

I looked down at the glass of water in my hands, the silver flakes glittering in the water and placed the glass on the counter.

Corey stood there and blinked, the glitter falling off his eyelashes and onto his cheeks. The silver shimmered in the deep blackness of his messy hair, standing out significantly against the dark wavy strands.

I smiled faintly, not being able to resist how cute he looked.

Drake handed him the bottle of vodka. "Now drink."

"Gladly." Corey took it from him, spun the cap off and took a long drink in one fluid motion.

"Okay, give it back now." Drake said, watching Corey easily drink half of the bottle.

Drake grabbed the bottle from him, "You drunkard." He said with fake disgust.

Corey licked his lips, putting his wait against the counter.

Drake outstretched it to me, the clear liquid sloshing halfway up the bottle.

I shook my head.

"Just a sip? You have to get the full effect."

I hesitantly wrapped my fingers around it, taking the bottle from his glitter-covered hand.

I put it to my lips, hesitating for a split-second before taking a swig of it.

I pulled the bottle away from my mouth, the strong taste of it filling my senses.

I'd almost forgotten what alcohol tasted like; almost.

I handed it back to him, keeping my face straight, not to show my disdain for the taste.

It's not that I didn't like alcohol it's just that I didn't really enjoy the taste of it, even though some try to disguise it with the fruity drinks it still doesn't taste good in my opinion.

But that never stopped me from drinking it, in fact my favorite was whisky; one of the strongest types of alcohol.

Drake smiled; pleased. "I've got whisky." He taunted. "Jack Daniels I believe. Want some?"

I bit my lower lip, very much tempted.

"C'mon it's your favorite."

"Wait," Corey stated. "She likes whisky? That's her favorite?"

Drake nodded. "Yup, you're surprised."

"Well yeah, I didn't expect her to like whisky. It's my favorite too."

Drake got out a square bottle with the black label from his liquor cabinet.

He took off the cap and handed it to me, a small smile on his face.

I took it from him, laughing softly at how much he enjoys getting people drunk; especially people under-age.

I took a drink of the whisky; it's funny how it can be liquid but still tastes dry.

I made sure I kept my face straight; I never make a face when I drink, no matter how it tastes.

I handed it to Corey, who took it, an apprehensive look on his face.

"How much does it take to get you drunk?" He asked me.

"A lot." I stated.

"Really?" He took a long drink from the bottle.

"Yeah."

Drake chimed in: "She's always had a high tolerance for alcohol, even when she first started drinking."

"Why do I have the feeling you were with her the first time she drank?"

Drake nodded. "I was."

Corey took another drink.

I put a hand to my forehead, the painful headache getting my attention again.

"Is the whisky getting to you that quickly?" Drake asked amusement in his voice.

"No, I just have a really bad headache." I replied.

"Well drinking's not going to help that."

"Yeah..."

"You want to go lay down now?" Corey questioned, his green eyes looking at me intently.

Um, sure."

He placed the bottle on the counter, heading in the direction of the doorway.

"I'll see you guys later." Drake said his attention on the drink he was making.

I walked out of the kitchen, falling in step beside Corey.

"If I said I thought something was wrong with you would you listen?" He asked.

"No." I replied.

"You'd say I'm paranoid, right?"

I nodded. "Mmhmm."

"Okay, I was just wondering."

Once we reached my room I walked directly to the bed and lay down.

"I was thinking..." Corey started.

"Yeah?" I prompted with my eyes shut.

"We should have separate rooms." He finished.

I opened my eyes to look at him from the bed. "How do you go from wanting to have sex to separate rooms?"

"That was a moment of weakness I told you that. Besides we're not together anymore so it seems logical that we would have separate rooms now."

"Okay, three doors down on the left, it's all yours." I stated, closing my eyes again.

"I-eh, never mind." He said.

"What were you going to say?" I questioned.

"Nothing, it doesn't matter." He said bitterly.

I heard the sound of the door close and I opened my eyes to see he had left.

I reached over and turned the light off, the room becoming stark-black.

The moonlight coming in through the cracks of the curtains cast dim shadows on the walls and I slowly closed my eyes, my mind drifting off into an uneasy sleep.

* * *

I woke up to the dark greeting my eyes, I felt someone move on the bed next to me.

I sat up, glancing around the moonlit room.

I didn't see anyone on the shadow-cast bed next to me.

Then I heard my name spoken softly, I looked over to see Reaver sitting on the bed directly in front of me.

His pale fingers grazed my cheek, trailing softly across my lower lip then down to my chin.

His dark eyes looked intently into mine.

Was I dreaming? I thought to myself.

It feels so realistic but yet somewhat hazy like a dream.

Reaver's lips touched mine, very softly and tentatively.

I swallowed hard and closed my eyes as my whole body tingled.

Our lips slowly began moving together and I could feel my heart beating harshly in my chest.

I felt his tongue graze across my lip and a shiver went down my spine.

I moved closer, my body aching for him.

His hand slid under the line of my shirt, his fingertips softly roaming over my skin, making things low on my body tighten.

I leaned back into the bed, making him now on top of me.

I pushed my body closer to his, my lips eagerly meeting with his own.

He had one hand buried in my hair and the other roaming over my skin seductively while his lips and tongue explored.

I don't think I've ever experienced this before; the raw feeling of really wanting someone, so much so that you can hardly stand it because it's so overwhelming.

I wonder if this is how Corey felt.

That thought made me pull back, my breath coming quickly.

"Are we done already?" Reaver spoke in a dark, low captivating voice. "It's just getting good."

I looked into his dark, enthralling eyes.

He gave a slow close-lipped smile and bent his head down.

I felt his breath against my neck and I swallowed, the feelings of passion and ecstasy weaving together throughout me.

His lips kissed my neck softly. "Sweet dreams." He whispered.

My eyes snapped open to the utter darkness that was my room.

I felt my heart hammering wildly and my breathing coming fast.

I turned over; my body wrapped in the blankets and glanced at the alarm clock by my bed.

The large, bright red numbers stared back bitterly as my mind processed the time: five thirty-six A.M.

I fell back onto my pillows, wiping off the sheen of sweat from my forehead.

So it was a dream...wasn't it?

That didn't feel like a dream that felt real. Very, very real.

I lay there, breathing heavily as my heart slowed down but was still much faster than normal.

I half-expected Reaver to appear, that just didn't feel like a dream.

My hand shook slightly as I ran it through my soft orange-colored hair.

I decided on getting a shower because I was sweaty and I could still feel the remnants of passion from my...dream.

Yes, a shower felt much needed right now.

I untangled my legs from the sheets, my feet touching the cold wood floor.

I began walking through the darkness, careful not to run into any walls.

I should've turned a damn lamp on.

My outstretched hand touched a doorknob and I turned it, opening the door and feeling along the wall for a light-switch.

The light clicked on and I shielded my eyes from the now brightly lit room.

I became aware once again of that headache, shooting sharp pains through my skull.

The light seemed only to make it worse; I thought the light only hurt because I wasn't used to it but as I went to turn on the shower and got in; I still seemed to be extremely sensitive to it.

If I didn't have to see what I was doing I would shower in the dark.

I got an idea; I got out of the shower and sprinted over to my towels.

I picked one up and flung it over the shower door then got back in, the shower now much darker with the towel blocking out most of the light.

I continued on with my shower; the dream still in the back of my mind as well as the pain though it was all over.

What if this makes being around Reaver awkward?

I mean it's already kind of awkward for me because I'm attracted to him for some reason I had yet to figure out.

There was just something about him that I found so enticing; it was just the way he was that I thought was appealing.

He seemed dark and mysterious and oh so sexy.

God, he was really sexy...

My mind drifted back to the dream.

A few moments passed and I came back to my senses.

I realized I was still pouring the shampoo into my hands and it was spilling over my fingers.

I turned the bottle upright, placing it back where it belonged, silently scolding myself for getting so wrapped up in my thoughts about Reaver.

He wasn't that sexy or charming.

That was a lie.

I sighed, massaging the shampoo into my long hair.

After my rather long but refreshing shower I walked out of the bathroom, a black towel wrapped around myself.

It was weird; it just being me in the room.

I could walk around naked.

I could have done that before though, I'm sure Corey wouldn't have minded.

I went to my closet, not bothering to close the door and dropped the towel, slipping on a black lace bra and matching underwear.

I grabbed a white, v-neck T-shirt that had 'The Beatles' logo on it in a red heart and put it on.

I pulled on a pair of red and black striped knee-hi socks and strolled out of the closet the light from it helping me see.

I flicked on the light beside the bed but then thought better of it when I got reminded of how much the light hurt and turned it back off.

I got on the bed, snuggling back under the covers and found my remote, pressing the power button to the TV.

The soft murmur of voices and sounds filled the room as I looked through the channels, stopping on cartoons.

I sighed, tossing the remote.

It was so lonely in here without Corey.

Oh no, I'm not going to start getting depressed.

I took in a deep breath, my eyes stationed on the TV.

At least not now, I have to wait longer than this to start missing him.

It's pathetic.

I don't need him that much.

Or maybe I do...

A/N: Sooooo how was it? I do realize that the last few chapters have sucked. Not a lot, just somewhat. But I think this one was really good.

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