Chapter 1
Harrison’s Pov:
Silence drifted throughout the Andrews household. Nothing could be heard except the faint ticking of the hallway clock and the low hum of the boiler as the heating kicked on. I glanced up from my airbed and saw her, sleeping ever so peacefully like the goddess she is. Long blonde hair covered most of her pixie-shaped face. I pinched myself hard. Nope, I’m not dreaming.
Lexi rolled over in bed, tangled in her covers and groaning to herself. She swept her loose hair away from her eyes and picked up her phone. She glanced at it, blinking. Frustrated and muttering under her breath, she threw it back onto the bed. Her hands went straight to her head—she was probably feeling that hangover. I couldn’t help but smirk.
“Morning, Shorty,” I said coolly, leaning back and propping myself up on my elbows.
Lexi bolted upright, turning her head until her eyes met mine. Her eyes. Her pretty, pretty eyes—blue like the ocean. Breathtaking. I could stare into them all day. Well, I could if it didn’t cause such a stir in my pants. I was already fighting a boner.
I watched her, amused, as she rubbed her eyes to see if she was dreaming. A scowl appeared on her face.
“Whattt are you doing here? On the floor? In my house? Heck, in my room!” she hissed at me.
“Oh, Shorty, do you really not remember?” I asked, taunting her. I couldn’t help it; I didn’t know why I acted like such a douche around her.
“If I remembered, I wouldn’t be asking you!” she fired back, a glint of fury in her eyes. “And stop calling me Shorty.” She gritted her teeth, her fists clenched by her sides.
I smiled at her, seemingly annoying her more, before I responded. “The party. Sophie’s party?” I shook my head as she stared at me, eyebrows raised, waiting for me to continue. “Her party was at the same club where the team and I were celebrating our win. Taylor saw you...”
“Fuck,” she groaned, cutting me off.
I continued, “Yeah, he wasn’t best pleased to see his little sister had sneaked into a club underage. But at that point, you were already tipsy. I reasoned with him; it’s not like we didn’t do this all the time at your age. Plus, it was your best friend's eighteenth. So, we just watched you from afar.”
She tutted under her breath. “Perv.”
I shook my head and leaned over, giving her legs a shove but keeping my hands tight on her ankles. “Shorty, if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have been able to stay at all!”
Rolling her eyes, she kicked free of my grip. “So why are you here? In my room and not Taylor’s?”
She suddenly gasped as if something had dawned on her. She pulled the covers back slightly before quickly yanking them back up to her chin. “I’m only in my underwear! Did you watch me undress?” she shrieked, though not quite loud enough to wake anyone else up.
I couldn’t help but laugh as she looked mortified. “Oh, Shorty... don’t flatter yourself. It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before. You used to always run around the garden in your underwear.”
She gasped and smacked me on the arm, still clutching the covers to her chest. She hissed through gritted teeth, “When I was six! Not seventeen!”
She was glaring at me, but that only made it harder to contain myself. I felt my cock twitching. This could not be happening. How did she make me feel this way? Why was it getting harder to ignore?
“Lexi...” I said softly, “I promise you, when you undressed and got into bed, I turned around.”
I watched as her body relaxed. I felt guilty. It wasn’t a total lie. I did turn around—but I hadn’t realized there was a mirror in front of me. I could still see it ever so clearly: her dropping that blue dress onto the floor. She had looked good in it. It made her look so mature, the way it clung to her body. Fuck, I really need to stop picturing it. I coughed absentmindedly to get her attention. She was staring at me again, though not as furiously.
“So why are you not crashing in Taylor’s room?” she asked.
“He wasn’t supposed to be coming home. He’d made plans to take Chelsea to a restaurant. I think they’re dating?” I answered, and she nodded. “Tay only stayed for one drink. He asked me to bring you home and crash in here with you, just in case you vomited in your sleep. I owed him a favor, and I figured you’d rather not face the wrath of your mother. The other guys stayed for a couple more and then left to venture onto the strip. I just stayed at the bar, making sure no creeps tried anything.”
I paused as she processed the information. Before I could help myself, I teased her again. “You’re welcome, by the way, Shorty.”
The fury was back in her eyes. I loved it.
