The Sleepover
A soft kiss on my nose pushed my brain to consciousness.
"Hey." A voice said. I opened my eyes.
"Hi... Um, did we... uh... do anything.... last night?" I asked sheepishly, looking at the male next to me. My eyes focused on the bed I was in. I noticed a pile of blankets on the sofa across the room.
"No. Of course not. Why would I do that when you couldn't remember it?" The voice said with a smirk. I glanced up at the deep blue eyes in front of me. I immediately felt tingles running through my body. I put a name to the face after a few more seconds.
"Brian, why am I in your bed? Did you sleep with me? That sounded wrong, I mean, ugh. You know what I mean." I gave up hope of talking quickly. Brian's deep laugh made me roll my eyes.
"You don't remember? You must've been really drunk. Good thing I drove. You are in my bed because last night, at the party, you got a bit too..." He thought, trying to find a good word. "Inebriated." He decided. "And for the other question, no, I slept on the sofa. I wouldn't disrespect you like that."
A sigh bubbled from my lips.
"Disappointed?" Brian mocked with a heart stopping smile.
"No. Relieved." I countered, sticking my tounge out. "Now, could you be so kind as to get my some Advil and a glass of water? I have a wicked headache."
Brian nodded, and left the room. I fell back on the bed. If only he hadn't been right the first time. No! I reprimanded myself. I had had a crush on my best friend for about 3 years now. But it was obvious that he didn't feel the same. I know what you're thinking: If he doesnt like you, why'd he kiss you on the nose?
Brian has taken to pecking me on the forehead, cheek, or nose over the past year. Its supposed to be cute. To me it makes my heart race abnormally, and the back of my neck to heat up. But I wasn't lying about the killer headache. How much did I drink last night?
Brian's POV
I looked at the sleeping beauty before me. We were best friends. God Alisha, dont you know I want you? How could you not?
I wasn't subtle when I started liking Alisha as more than a friend. I began to kiss her carefully on her cheek, then her forehead, then her nose. I was hoping one day I would get to her lips. But she didn't like me like that. Out of respect, I had slept on the Sofa that barely held my 6'2" body, but I would've loved to have lied next to Alisha, and held her while she sleeped. But alas...
"Alisha... wake up..." I whispered. I pecked her on her forehead, my head making up excuses for why I should kiss her on the lips. Shut up! She doesn't like me like that! I shut my ideas down.
I kissed her button nose, praying for her striking green eyes to open. She had porcelain skin, and glossy brown hair. Her lips were full and I often wondered how they would taste on mine. I leaned down and kissed her nose a little harder. Alisha moaned and rolled over as she unconsciously begged to go back to sleep. I pulled her face back to mine and pushed a little harder on her nose with my lips. I pulled my thoughts from inside my jeans. Alisha yawned and opened her eyes. While my eyes looked like the ocean, hers looked like they were pulled from some sort of fairytale. Her frothy green eyes fluttered as she tried to go back to sleep.
"Hey." I whispered, grabbing her attention. She opened her eyes again in surprise. Her eyes scanned my room, as her tongue swept over her dry lips. Her eyes widened slowly, as she looked towards my chest.
"Hi... Um, did we... uh... do anything.... last night?" She asked me, not looking at my eyes. Her proximity was hard to handle when she was asleep, but with her awake, and in my bed, it was almost unbearable.
"No. Of course not. Why would I do that when you couldn't remember it?" I kept an easy smile on my face,which slowly morphed into a smirk as I said the last words.
"Brian, why am I in your bed? Did you sleep with me? That sounded wrong, I mean, ugh. You know what I mean." She whispered, startled. I knew what she meant, but I hoped she meant something else.
"You don't remember? You must've been really drunk. Good thing I drove. You are in my bed because last night, at the party, you got a bit too..." I thought a bit, trying not to be blunt.
"Inebriated" I decided.
"And for the other question, no, I slept on the sofa. I wouldn't disrespect you like that."
Alisha sighed, softly. My heart twitched, hoping...
"Disappointed?"
"No. Relieved." She stuck he tongue out playfully. "Now, could you be so kind as to get my some Advil and a glass of water? I have a wicked headache."
I had forgotten that she would be hungover. I nodded.
