Chapter 17

"Ugh..." I groaned loudly, rolling over and shielding my eyes from the blistering sun which peered through the room. I felt the familiar pounding in my head and the horrible dryness of my throat. Why did I get drunk again?

...oh yeah.

My head felt as if a twenty-four hour construction site had decided to have a party with their drills. My throat felt as if I hadn't had a drink in days. And not to mention I stank of booze and sweat. I bet I looked beautiful.

(Note the sarcasm)

After a good half-hour of lying in bed I decided I needed to brave the world outside of my warm sheets, and swung out my bare-feet. Sitting up I squinted at the alarm clock on the cabinet as it read 11:07 AM.

"It's too early..." I muttered, before collapsing back down onto the soft mattress groaning to myself. I hated this part. Why couldn't God just let us be drunk in peace?! Was it too much to ask?  "...Coffee."

With the new thought of caffeine in my mind I managed to haul my heavy self up and shuffle dizzily out of the room, bumping into various pieces of furniture on the way. "Coffee..."

Reaching the door I leaned against it heavily in attempt to stop the spinning but ended up having a three minute snooze on the door frame standing up.

After snorting myself awake I stumbled towards the staircase grumbling to myself, slumping down the stairs with a groan on each step. I was never drinking again. It was official. I'd be the designated driver and Yvane could experience this torture.

"Morning your majesty." A voice suddenly greeted when I arrived at the kitchen, causing me to jump as I didn't notice he was there.

After swaying slightly on my feet I managed to blink away the fuzziness of my eyes just enough to identify the man standing near the stove who had his back turned away from me. Once I did my eyes widened slightly. He was talking to me?

I winced at the sudden intrusion of light from opening my eyes as I shuffled to the bar stool "What?"

"You know you act very royal when you're drunk."

Oh, no...

"...I didn't did I?" I groaned, hoping to God it hadn't happened again as I sat down on the bar stool. I had the terrible habit of thinking I was Kate Middleton when I was drunk; and unfortunately it was the topic of choice on most outings with my friends.

The sudden sound of the kettle clicking diverted my attention for a few seconds, making me realize that there were two mugs on the counter and boiled water ready. Chris moved away from the stove allowing me to get a glance at the food being fried on top before he poured the liquid into the cups and brought them over to the table which I was sat on, placing a green mug down in front of me.

"Just a little bit." He chuckled, before went back to the stove to tend to the food there. It was strange to see him up close for so long since he'd been avoiding me recently. Why the sudden change of heart...?

Adding some milk and sugar which were on the table I took a tentative swig of the hot liquid and sighed as the scorching coffee warmed my insides. Much better. "You should've just put me to bed..."

"Oh I did," He commented, sliding bacon and eggs onto two blue plates before turning off the electric stove. Coming over he sat down and slid a plate across, keeping the other for him, "But you got up twenty minutes later and started shouting for William."

I am such a weirdo.

"I am...so sorry." I winced, holding back a chuckle as I thought about how I must've been. I bet Chris had his hands full with drunk Danny. She could be a bit of a handful, not only that but a massive flirt as well.

"Don't be. I finally got to see the real you last night."

"...What do you mean?" I asked, as he began eating his breakfast. Something happened...

"Let's just say it was, interesting to say the least." He chuckled, taking a swig of his coffee.

Tilting my head to the side I analysed Chris's figure. He looked relaxed, unstressed and for lack of a better word happy. Wearing a grey t-shirt and chequered boxers which showed his toned legs he looked normal. Not werewolf-y or angry like he did only a day prior.

He'd shaven since he'd woken up five days ago from his mini flip-out which cost him his leg, but his hair was shaggier and a little bit of stubble had grown back this morning. Diverting my eyes from his face for a second I glanced at the cane that I'd gotten for him which was leaning against the table. He hadn't been using it as much as he should've recently which bugged me greatly but I couldn't exactly do much about it since he'd been ignoring me on top of that.

Looking back at his slouched, eating figure I pursed my lips while leaning my elbows on the table; holding my coffee in both hands just in front of my mouth.

So I was drunk last night...can't remember a thing this morning...and he's talking to me looking far too happy...

"What?" he suddenly asked, taking another sip of his drink. Snapping out of my day-dream I realized he'd caught me staring at him. Instead of blushing like an idiot like most movie girls do I just asked what needed to be asked.

"...Did we have sex last night?" I inquired, straight to the point with no nonsense. I couldn't remember a thing so either we didn't, I passed out in the middle, or he was just terrible in bed.

He suddenly chocked on his drink, a bit of it dribbling down his chin before he could catch it with his hand which went to cover his mouth. Setting down the cup quickly he swallowed what he could while coughing and successfully not spurting it out everywhere.

Confusion clouded my mind as his reaction.  Surely a good looking man like him had been with someone...?

Oh, wait.

"So everyone here just, waits for their mate to turn up before doing anything?"

"Not really, but it's pretty frowned upon." Yvane shrugged. Well I take it she shrugged since all I saw was ceiling.

"So...there's a pretty good chance Christopher's a virgin?" I said, my eyes narrowing with concentration.

"Pretty much." Lucy said, her legs suddenly appearing above my eyes when she propped them up on the coffee table. Nice.

Oh my God Chris is a virgin!

...Aw!

"Is your trust in me really that low?" He asked, looking a cross between amused and hurt. So I take it we didn't do anything then...I didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed.

I smiled slightly at the thought. Aw Chris the virgin "No more like my trust for myself is that low."

"What do you mean?"

"Well I'm not a virgin like some people..." I commented off handily, smirking to myself as I took a sly sip of my mug. He is in for so much of a teasing.

"...What?"

"Oh nothing..." I added, before coughing out underneath my breath "Virgin."

"Why the sudden interest in the word virgin?"

I put down my mug and made a face, shrugging my shoulders "I don't have an interest in the word virgin. Why would you say that Chris? You're the one always bringing it up maybe you're obsessed with it. Are you trying to tell me something--"

Before I could finish my sentence however, I was all of a sudden swirled around on the chair and forced to lean back against the table as a very warm chest landed on top of mine. In fact it all happened so quickly I ended up having to grab hold of the Chris's T-shirt in order for me not to fall.

"Are you doubting my abilities, Miss Perkins?" He asked lowly, pressing his mouth against my ear in the process. Crap what was going on?! My legs had somehow opened wide enough on the chair for him to step in and practically breathe on the back of my head.

"M-maybe." I stuttered out, from utter shock mostly as I moved my hands to his shoulders for balance. How did this escalate so quickly?!

My heart was pounding as I felt a pair of lips kiss the hollow of my ear "Well then perhaps I need to ease your worries."

I gulped as I felt his warm lips trail lower down my neck, leaving wet kisses in their wake. I'd never felt this way before... why was I suddenly acting like an experienced school girl? It's not like I'd never done this before...

But he felt so good I had to suppress a moan when I opened my mouth to reply "Perhaps..."

"OH MY GOD!" A voice suddenly cried, causing me to jump out of my skin and Chris to tense slightly before pulling away from my neck that suddenly felt so cold. After a few awkward seconds of silence I ended up craning my head over Chris's to see a very embarrassed Lucy standing in the doorway with her hands over her eyes "I'm so sorry!"

"Get out Lucy." Chris said lowly, still as tense as a board almost on top of me. My breathing was irregular and my heart still pounding as Lucy nodded her head and took her hand away from her eyes that were shut tight.

"Okay okay!" She yelled, turning round and bumping straight into the wall "Oh f*ck!"

"LUCY!"

"I'm going!" She yelled back, as she staggered out of the room and I heard a door slam somewhere in the house a short while afterwards. Once my breathing had mostly evened out I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at her reaction, squeezing Chris's shoulder as I did.

"I think we scarred her voice." I whispered amused, leaning my head towards his slightly which was hidden closely into my neck so all I could see was the back of his head. "...Chris?"

I tried moving to see his face but his hand suddenly flew to my thigh, "Don't."

"Chris...Chris what's wrong?" I repeated, getting slightly worried. Why wasn't I allowed to move?

"Just, stay like this for a bit." He murmured back, before nuzzling his face into my neck and breathing in deeply. Instead of answering I just leaned into him further, resting my head on top of his slightly. I sighed as I felt my eyes shut of their own accord. I wasn't tired or anything, this just felt nice. Comfortable even. I knew the moment was definitely over.

Holy shit I just had a moment with Chris...

Was I okay with that?

Of course you are woos arse.

Sighing we sat there for God knows how long. Not caring if anyone else was in the house or how much time we had left. We just sat and well basically, hugged.

"I'm sorry I upset you." He said quietly, so quietly in fact I hardly heard it.

"Mm?"

"Last night. You said I upset you too much. I'm sorry." He admitted, holding me closer.

I said that? Wow...stupid drunk Danny. Telling people personal private stuff. I'm never letting you out again.

"I'm sorry too."