Forgive me Readers for I have sinned. It’s been over two months since my last upload…

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Okay, sorry I know this isn’t laughing material but whatever. HERE IT IS! The LONG awaited chapter 83! Woot woot!

This chapter goes out to those of you who were kindly patient and not mean or rude or overly demanding. It’s with the thought of you guys that I kept writing, because you deserved it. You guys rock and I love you! Thaaaaaanks!

Hope you enjoy this, if not, well sorry! lol

Mommy’s gotta go sleep now… it’s almost 2AM and she works at 8AM. For 9 hours. -_- Like she did today and every other day of the week. I’m honestly tired of working. Ugh. Screw the money, I wanna sleep! 0_0 Excuse the mistakes, as always, time isn’t my friend and my bed is calling me… very loudly!

Happy reading!

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My head is going to explode.

That was the first thought, the only thought I had waking up. My head is going to explode.

There was a definite pounding in both of my temples, pulsing with every heart beat and to add to my misery my sinus were killing me, making me feel all stuffed up.

Why am I feeling like crap again?

I don’t know how long it took me to realize what had lead to the painful pounding and the nausea too, because yes I felt like puking, like if I moved I would hurl, like everything was spinning—at least to slightly remedy to that problem I slid a foot out of the bed and pressed it against the ground, making me feel steady somehow. But it was the wrong floor—not my floor—and it’s at that point that I realized why I was feeling like crap.

Blake. Birthday party. Drinking. Lots of drinking…

Oh god…

What had I done exactly?

Very slowly I opened one eyelid, to assess the situation. One good thing was that there wasn’t a lot of light flashing in my eyes because that wouldn’t have helped for the whole throbbing in my head thing. And not to my biggest surprise, I wasn’t in my room, of course, but I was in Blake’s.

Again, oh god…

I closed my eye. I didn’t want to open them, I didn’t want to wake up or think or use any kind of rational part of my brain I just wanted to pass out or something and not feel like crap anymore.

Whatever had happened last night didn’t—

OH FRACK!

In one quick movement I was sitting up in the bed, my eyes wide open. “Oh my god!”

“Good morning sunshine. And I already told you, you can call me Blake, that whole god thing is so over-rated,” Blake’s amused voice ran from my right. I turned my head to see him getting up from his couch on the second floor by the library.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.

I told him I loved him! I declared my love, completely drunk, fracking drunk! What an idiot! Oh my god!

I told him I loved him just like that! Why did I do that? I waited and waited all this time to just blur it out unromantically in the middle of a cemetery completely trashed! What was wrong with me?

“Oh god, I’m feeling sick,” I groaned, hiding my face behind my hands. The nausea was suddenly getting much more potent. The whole declaring love drunk thing was hitting me pretty roughly. Seriously, what the hell was wrong with me?

“Woah Pumpkin,” Blake rushed to the bed, and sat beside me, rubbing my back, kissing the top of my head “you okay there,” he whispered, mouth still pressed against my hair.

If I wasn’t so sick I would be enjoying this. Oh god what am I even thinking?

I’m gonna puke…

“I’m gonna be sick” I groaned again.

Blake had his arms wrapped around me now, pressing my head against his chest softly, still rubbing my back… this felt comforting… “Need a bucket, Pumpkin?”

“This is so not funny Blake,” I whined. His tone had been amused, that bastard!

Why, oh why did I have to drink so much last night? Ugh! Seriously? What was wrong with me! Ugh ugh ugh!

Blake’s chest shook slightly with contained laughter. “It is, just a little bit.”

“Oh because you think that me blurring out anything while drunk is funny,” I mumbled against his chest. There was no point in frowning since he couldn’t see my face though… maybe I could punch him, but that required effort and it seemed like any kind of effort would just lead to me puking my guts out. Great.

“You’re referring to that,” he snorted, just a little bit, but he still did.

Of course I was referring to that, what else could I be referring to? That boy was confusing me, or I was confusing my own self, I felt stupid and sick and exhausted and tired and bleaaaaaah.

“I’m referring to a lot of things,” I just answered. That didn’t even make sense to me.

“Well, I’m not giving you the right to take back your words, just so you know, so there’s no need to freak out, really.” He still hadn’t stopped the rubbing-my-back thing and I honestly hoped he wouldn’t. It seemed to dim the nauseating feelings.

But back to what he said. I wasn’t freaking out? I was freaking out, of course I was, stupid question, and stupid confuse Lexi. I’m not making seeeense!

I’m gonna be sick!

“If I wasn’t on the verge of hurling, I would be so kicking your ass,” I groaned, yet again.

Why did I have to drink, seriously? I would be so enjoying this right now if I hadn’t…

“So you say,” he chuckled, kissing the side of my head, his arms still wrapped around me. “But you love me so you won’t.”

My fingers lightly clutched at his shirt—his I love New York one that made him look very yummy—trying to bring him closer to me, which was kind of impossible considering I had my head tucked under his chin and his arms wrapped around me. I was so close that even with my cold and improperly functioning nose I could still smell him. I didn’t smell him too much though… smell and hangover, bad combo, and even though I was crazy about it, I didn’t want to take any kind of chances. Puking in front of him would just be fracking embarrassing and unnecessary at this point. “Look, I already feel really really stupid for just blurring it out like that, drunk, so please don’t rub it in.” I whispered, my lips brushing against the expose skin of his neck. When I did, he held me just a bit tighter.

Okay, this isn’t so bad… Minus the hangover thing it’s fracking awesome!

“But did you mean it,” Blake asked me softly.

“It’s not the—”

“Just answer the question” he interrupted me.

I sighed. “Yes I did, I do.” There was no point in denying it, I just had hoped for something a little nicer to blur my feelings like that to him. As far as I remembered, this was the first time I’d told a guy I loved him and I knew deep down to my very chore, that I was speaking the truth. This was kind of a big thing. I loved Blake. I loved him, really loved him, and I had wasted away my chance at telling him nicely.

“Then, there’s no reason to freak. I’m kind of really really happy right now so I’m not letting you freak out, over think and ruin the happy moment. Plus it totally kicked the ass of all my other birthday presents. So stop freaking out, or over thinking… don’t think at all actually,” he said, almost like an afterthought.

“Someone’s bossy,” I half chuckled, half groaned.

“Shut up” Blake laughed, hugging me thighter. “So, still need that bucket?”

“I need to diiiiiie,” I whined dramatically.

I felt like crap right now, but at one point, the hangover would wash away and things would still be like they were right now and I’d be able to enjoy it then. I just had to survive until then, and by survive, I meant not puking. I could do that.

“Not on my watch.” I could hear the smile in his voice when he said that. “Try rehydrating, that’s always a good thing” Blake explained, handing me a bottle of water he had taken from the nightstand. I obeyed. I mean the boy had been sort of a party-goer, he probably knew all the tricks at getting through a hangover. “Now, come on,” he added, after I finshed drinking the bottle and his arms tighten around me more, while he got himself properly on the bed, holding me close against his chest.

“What are you doing?” I mean, I wasn’t complaining, but I was kind of confused.

“Well now that you’re drunk and not trying to take advantage of me,” Blake explained, settling himself in, slidding us under the covers properly, never stopping the holding—it was nice, the being in his arm thing, almost made me forget about how crappy I felt, “you’re going to sleep while I hold you. Will you behave?”

At that point, I was basically completely pressed against Blake—my face was nuzzled against his neck, left arm wrapped around his abdomen while the right one was pressed against his left side, left leg thrown over his legs, right one pressed against his left one, all of me touched all of him. That was a nice thought.

I closed my eyes and mumbled against his neck. “Bossy.”

I shook with his soft laughter. “Indeed. Try not puking on me.” His arms held me more thightly. If he kept pressing me like that he was going to choke me. I hope he was aware of that.

“I’ll try to keep that in mind” I whispered. The water was kind of helping, I could see it, and nestled like this against Blake, well it was comfortable… kind of like a hangover remedy. “I need to call my dad” I mumbled against his chest, more like an afterthought.

Yes, very comfortable, it’s official, he’s a hangover remedy. How is that even possible?

“I took care of it, I texted your brother last night and called your dad before you woke up. He said there’s no problem. He also yelled that he hadn’t lost the bet finally, care to enlighten me?”

Stupid boys…

“Not right now,” I breathed. The pounding in my head stopped me from being able to hear his heartbeat, but I raised and fell a bit with his breathing, and the movement was strangely soothing and made me sleepy.

Blake was running his finger through my hair at that point. “Alright, Pumpkin.” I could hear the smile in his voice when he said that, and then I felt his lips pressed against my forehead and then I fell back asleep.

When I woke up again, I was still feeling like crap, but at least this time I was waking up in Blake’s arms, something I had longed for all week long so it kind of balanced out the hangover.

I think Blake had fallen asleep too because he stirred under me and took a deeper breathe. And when I looked up to his face he was opening his eyes, with a sleepy look. He smiled at me, a sweet smile. “Feeling better?” His voice was kind of huskier than usual and seriously hot…

“A tiny bit,” I sighed, and then rested my head on his chest, itching to just take a deep breathe, but not wanting to cause unwanted reaction, stomach evacuation reaction… Josh had mentioned how Blake hadn’t been sleeping this past week, so I was happy he just had. I knew him enough to know he looked exhausted. “So, what exactly happened last night…” I asked, with only one eye open, my mouth twitched a bit, like I was waiting for a blow, not moving from the comfort of his strong arms. “After the Tabasco shooter, it’s kind of all really blurry.”

I ought to ask, I mean… I didn’t really remember and he had mentioned something earlier, about trying to take advantage of him or something…

“You don’t remember?” Blake smirked a little.

Oh oh…

“I’m very very worried,” I whispered.

I did remember a bit, it was just hard to make sense of what I did remember, knowing what was a dream and what wasn’t, what had happened and what hadn’t. I remembered more drinking, that was sure, pink tequila I think—I hadn’t liked it—uppercuts too or I think, but at that point I had too much alcohol in my system to know if I liked it or not, there was a little glass in a bigger glass, that’s pretty much all I remembered of that brown shooter, and I had kind of made a mess with it.

I remembered sitting on the counter and kissing Blake, I think he carried me up because I was too delusional, or maybe I jumped on his back… no I think he carried me… I think I danced around in his room because I said I could still hear the music… or maybe I was just really not walking straight… I’m pretty positive I took a shower though because my hair wasn’t super curly like last night it was my usual curly, the way it was after I washed it… and I wasn’t wearing my dress anymore but one of Blake’s shirt—how was I only realizing this now—and oh my god what had happened?

I think Blake saw my internal freaking out because he smirked but reassured me. “Don’t worry, nothing happened, I’m a gentleman. But trust me, things could have gone really bad if I hadn’t run away and locked myself in the bathroom.”

“Oh god…”

I didn’t exactly remember that. I remembered being in his bed while he was on the couch and asking him to stroke my hair to stop me from puking and I think I kind of threw myself on him there…

“Do you still want to bake cookies on my abs?”

I want to do all sort of kinky things to your abs actually…

“Shut up Blake,” I groaned and buried my face in his neck.

“You love me.” The tone he used there would have made me laugh in another occasion.

“Ya I do…” I sighed. “Why am I wearing this?” I pulled the sleeve in emphasis.

“You took a shower because you said you were covered with booze. Mind you, I offered to lick it off but you said that as long as you couldn’t lick my chest I couldn’t either.”

I sat up in the bed in a speed-of-light fast movement, my eyes wide. “What the hell?” Oh my god! I didn’t remember chest licking, no chest liking what so ever! What. The. HELL? I hadn’t licked his chest?! “You mean you never even let me lick your goddamn chest!?”

Blake smirked slightly. And evil smirk. I wanted to punch him on that sexy chest. “You were drunk.”

That bastard. “And?”

“Well, I thought you’d prefer remembering it, since it seemed like a big thing for you,” his tone was mocking, not mean mocking, but still mocking. And he lifted his shirt smirking. “So now you can.”

Okay, that was definitely distracting. How could one have such an irresistible chest and abdomen? Seriously. But I wasn’t going to let this one pass easily.

“Honestly, if it wasn’t for the fact that I could puke at any given seconds I would so be licking this chest,” I mumbled. “I can’t believe you didn’t let me lick your chest. You’re a mean boy, I hope you know that!”

“Oh please, you would have regretted it, if you couldn’t remember every single details.” He wiggled his eyebrows. I glared at him. He still had his shirt raised off his chest. I itched to just run my hands over it.

Oh screw this! At first, I slapped my hand on his abdomen, just to show I wasn’t happy with him. But I left my hand there and my thumb rubbed in circles in the middle of his stomach, just lightly. His skin was soft. How could his skin be so soft? Could I lick his chest now? Was it a good time?

Concentrate Lexi, you might want to wait for a more appropriate time. You know, one where you couldn’t puke at any given second.

I didn’t took my hand off his stomach, my fingers kept brushing against it and Blake wasn’t complaining, but I did drop the chest-licking subject. Anyway, now, I’d have more occasions, appropriate occasions…

Speaking of appropriate, I looked down at the shirt I was wearing, Blake’s shirt. “Make awkward sexual advance not war” was written on it. Seriously, there were so many things wrong with this… “Did I pick this shirt,” I asked frowning.

“Unless there’s someone hiding in my closet that told you to wear it, yes,” Blake laughed, but his voice was a bit unsteady. Hmm, did it have anything to do with the my-hand-on-his-stomach thing? If so, that made me quite happy.

“You’re in a good mood,” I smiled.

“Seriously? What gave it away?”

“Smartass!” I gave him a flick on the stomach, but resumed to my chest stroking immediately. Seriously, how could his skin be so soft?

“Thank you,” Blake laughed again.

We looked at each other in the eyes, and for one second, I honestly though I’d throw myself at him. Like just jump on top of him and rip his clothes off. He was hot, his chest was soft and I loved him… and if I did a too sudden movement I think I might puke.

Great.

“So, are you going to tell me you love me,” I asked, mischievously.

Blake made a face like he was thinking about it. “I’ll find an appropriate time, maybe get drunk myself.”

I laughed. “I hate you”

“Again, thank you.” Blake smiled wide.

Seriously, why did I have to be hangover? If I wasn’t, this would be such a nicer moment… And I could throw myself on him… “I’m never drinking again.”

“Bad drunks always say that,” the silly boy still lying on his back beside me, while I sat, facing him, smirking, informed me.

“You know, technically you should be drunk too” I poked him on the chest. He had a hard muscular chest. I wanna liiiick it! “and you should have spilled your guts and you should feel shitty with me right now!”

“I haven’t gotten drunk since my car accident” Blake said thoughtfully.

Wow, way to go stupid Lexi! “I’m sorry.”

Blake raised his hand and stroked my hair back behind my ear. “Don’t be, there’s no reason to be.”

I yawned. Blake's hand was still in my hair. “So what’s the plan for today?”

“Well I was thinking about keeping you here in my bed all day long,” his tone was soft and so were his fingers, brushing through my hair, stoking my temple and forehead lightly “you’re bound to stop feeling like crap at one point.”

“And then, you’ll want another birthday present,” I said, rolling my eyes.

Blake had an overly amused smirk on his face, while his gazed was fixed on me. His tongue swipped on his bottom lip and he grinned more. “Yes, of course, because I’m so cliché like that, and you know, I didn’t want to tell you I loved you because I’m overly cheesy and romantic and want to do it at the right time, but hey, birthday sex, I’m all for it.”