Love Aint Always Pretty novel Chapter 14

Induratize

- to make one's own heart hardened or resistant to someone's please or advances or to the idea of love

Origin: Latin

14

I slowly open my eyes as I feel like something was pounding on my head. God it was hurting so bad and I feel my lips were so dry. I groaned on my bed and started stretching my arms up. I stared at the ceiling and it doesn't look like the one in my dorm. My eyes completely narrowed and totally forgot about what happened to me last night.

"Shit where am I?" I mumbled.

I look around the room but I don't remember where I am then I looked down at myself but I was still wearing every piece of clothing I had last night. Then I see a huge feet next to me and I'm sure it was a guy. The second I turned to my side, I see a view of Nick sleeping right next to me and he's this close. We slept in one bed? In one same freaking bed? Wow. What a beautiful view to start my Sunday morning.

I have this sudden urge to touch his face and brush my hand just lightly, just a little, but I'm too afraid to wake him up. I just stared at him quietly while he was lightly snoring. He wore a plain white sleeveless and a gray jogging pants. Nick just looks so devastatingly gorgeous right now that it's making me uncomfortable lying down right next to him. His black thick eyebrows matches well with his facial beard and his lips looks so soft. I wonder how they taste. I wonder how it feels like to be kissed by Nick. I wonder how his hands would feel when it touches your body. I wonder how it feels to be teased by him.

I pulled one finger up, aiming for his eyebrows. I wanted to run my finger over it then down to his nose bridge but as I was getting closer, he starts waking up. I quickly pulled my hand back close to me and I slowly shifted to the other side of the bed, facing my back to him. Now that I think about it, I wish I didn't do anything crazy or say something weird last night. I was too drunk and I couldn't remember anything that I did at all. The last thing I remember was dancing with Tracy and everything after that is a blur. Gosh I wish I wasn't as worst as Nick when he was drunk that night when he came up to my room.

The hell, how did I even end up here?

I feel him getting up from the bed cos I sense a movement now and he was yawning right behind me. Then I feel him walking around since there were footsteps. I secretly watch him head to his drawer and he grabbed a towel. Gosh what time is it? Isn't it too early for him to take a bath? Then my breathing stopped for a second the moment he pulled the sleeveless off of his head, showing his back muscles to me. He threw it to the couch.

Turn around. Turn around so I can see your abs! I mentally chanted.

I had to wake up before he'll come here fresh from the shower. I wouldn't know if I could hold myself pretending that I'm still asleep by that time when he's changing to some dry clothes cos I'm sure as hell it's a tempting view to take a peak. So I started rustling on the bed and faked a groan. I think it worked cos the moment I acted like that, he turned to me. I yawned, hoping it sounded natural. I pull myself up from the bed and turned to him. I think it was a bad idea that I acted as if I just woke up cos now his body is all that I'm looking at.

Shit, he has the v on him. Holy Christ he has those beautiful indentations on those hot models in Calvin Klein's that I see on magazines. I'm drooling. Mentally drooling, to be honest. It usually runs the length of their freaking outer abdominal muscles as if it's pointing down to his bull's eye. Damn his abs are making me forget that I'm having hungover today.

Jesus Christ, Savannah you're staring at his goddamn crotch!

"How's your head?" He asked.

I moved my eyes up to his face. "It's killing me. Do you have any meds around here?"

"Yeah. It's in the kitchen."

Goodness his abs is making me so unfocused on what he's actually saying to me right now. I think I'm not hearing clearly what's he's trynna say. His abs and biceps look so perfectly toned and I've never seen a body of a male as hot as hell like Nick's.

"Do you wanna go grab them now?" He asked me while his hand was holding tight on his cream towel.

I was still staring at him.

He snaps his finger all of a sudden. I looked up on his face again and he was still impassively looking at me.

"Can... you get them for me? Please? I'm really having massive headache." I said.

"Sure." He says.

He left the room and I can already feel my bad bad headache coming up even a lot more now. I still feel a little bit nauseated. I'm so so tired and I'm so so thirsty. God I feel like I'm having an unpleasant mood right now too and my headache is adding up to making everything inside my body even worst.

The door swings open with Nick entering the room holding a glass of water on his right and pitcher on the other while the foil container of the tablet was in between his lips and him being topless always makes me forget I'm in hungover today. He walks closer to me and sat down right on my side. He placed the glass and pitcher on the drawer right next to the bed and pulled the foil off his lips.

"Here. It's what the men in here use. My saliva is clean. Don't worry." He says.

I smirked. I grabbed the foil and took in the tablet while taking huge gulps of water. I'm so thirsty and I've never felt this dehydrated before.

"If you need more water, here's the pitcher. I need to take a bath. Tracy will be here anytime soon." He says.

"You're going somewhere?" I asked.

He nods. "Don't go out of this room. Half naked and fully naked men are probably walking around the house."

I nod at him. "How's your head?" I asked him.

"I didn't drink a lot after the beerpong. Im not much of a drinker. Im a one can or bottle a night kind of guy." he answers.

I laugh and I still managed to laugh even though my head was killing me. "I think you're forgetting how I first met you. Some-drunk-guy-banging-my-door-so-loud-at-three-in-the-morning?"

"That night you found me drunk was a very rare exception of me." He stands.