6  (1)-In desperation mode

Garrett's pov

I open my eyes and notice the sun then, I notice I'm not in my room. That's when everything from last night comes flowing right back into my mind. I instantly blush.

Oh gosh, I'm in that guy's room...I can't believe last night happened. I really thought it was over with him.

Even if I feel like smiling over and over again the back pain definitely confirms last night.

I'm relieved to see that for once he's still sleeping. Oh, he looks so handsome in his sleep. I can't believe that handsome face was inside of me last night. Sometimes it still feels like a dream.

Now that I think about it, it's not any guy who's sleeping soundly, it's Brandon! I really thought I would never see him again! Especially after that text last night!

Why did he call me to do it if he claimed he didn't want to see me again? I'm so confused. Was it a lie?

As I remember last night, more and more explicit stuff we did last night comes back to mind. Oh wow...I was so embarrassing last night, I can't believe I was this impatient.

But regardless, I try to get up and I groan as I get shot by pain in my backside. Ah, yeah he was rough last night. I try to find my phone and find it next to the bed situated on the nightstand. I check the time and notice it's still early. Oh, so that might be why he's still sound asleep. Why did I wake up at 6 am? I don't usually wake up that early.

Even if last night was fun, I can't help but think about the sad truth that made me have so much hope.

I was still over the moon when he suddenly called, only a few hours before he texted me telling me he never wanted to see me again. It hurt me so much, I cried.

He was very rough last night, hence why it hurts so much in my backside. I can't help but remember he was drunk last night. When he called me I didn't expect him to seem drunk, I panicked and rushed to him thinking something bad had happened but instead, as soon as I got in he attacked me with kisses and wouldn't let me go.

It surprised me a lot considering just a few hours ago he claimed to never want to see me again and then I was concerned because he had drunk quite a bit it seemed.

He strangely seemed like he wanted me badly and I couldn't help but let him do me, but now looking back I'm starting to feel guilty. I knew I shouldn't have given in but at the same time how could I not...? I got to have an encore when I thought it wasn't even a possibility.

And now I'm back in his bed looking at him sleep soundly. He seems to be ok. He's not frowning or anything. As I check in him, I can't help but notice his features.

He really is handsome. If only he knew that it's not only his body that is attractive but his face too.

I hope one day I'll be able to say the same about his personality. I immediately get reminded by the fact he's a playboy but I try to shrug it off. I don't want to think about that right now.

He's everything I want in a guy, exactly my type. What are the chances you meet exactly your criteria for a guy? I don't want to lose that chance.

His chestnut brown hair is all tussled in his pillow probably from last night. I think I might have grabbed his hair...Ugh, why did I? I blush embarrassed.

I can't currently see the colour of his eyes but I'll always remember them. They are clear blue, sky blue. They really are beautiful especially when they look at me. They always look at me with such hunger...

Suddenly, he wakes up.

"Good morning..." He groans and steers.

He opens his eyes and instantly notices me. His eyebrows twitch confused about what he's seeing until he finally does remember. He was drunk, right? Oh no, so that means he doesn't remember yesterday...

"What are you doing here?" He says harshly. Oh...

"Um...you don't remember..."

"Ah, what happened last night?" He looks at my neck but I can't see why he does.

No, don't tell me he doesn't remember! I want him to remember last night!

"You...called me and then...we...did..." I say embarrassed but desperate to get him to remember.

"Ok, ok I get it, we fucked. So, I called you?" He asks confused.

"Yes...you did..."

"Hm...I think I vaguely remember doing that." Yes, please remember!

"Really?" He looks at me nonplussed.

"Yeah, I think so...Why did we do it?"

"What?"

"I said do you remember why we did it?" He asks firmly and he frowns as if his head hurts and that concerns me but I try to ignore it for now.

"I don't know...you were quite eager...to do it..."

"Ok...how many times did we do it?"

"Ah...uh I think 4 times?"

"Damn! 4 times! How much did I drink last night?!" Oh no...he really was drunk...

"At least you remember right?"

"Well...not all of it...but I do remember some of it. Argh, my head hurts." He groans and that rattles me.

"Wait, I'll go find some Aspirin," I say suddenly on high alert.

"Don't. You don't need to do that."

"But your head..." I say worried.

"Ok fine..." He reluctantly agrees.

I start moving but I feel eyes on me and realize I'm completely naked. Oh yeah...I'm not the only one here.

I turn around.

"Um, can I take some clothes?" I ask suddenly shy and he nods.

"Yeah, in my dresser, you'll find something." He says nonchalantly.

"Ok,"

I go for his dresser and quickly start looking for clothes as I can feel his gaze on me.

Luckily, I find a shirt and some underwear.

"I'll go get your Aspirin." I simply say.

"It's in the bathroom cabinets by the way." He says and I realize I probably would have been lost.

"Thanks",

I leave the room and get dressed, then I go for the bathroom, I check each cabinet and luckily find aspirin quite quickly.

Then I go into his tiny kitchen and look for a glass to give him some water. After a few tries, I find one and fill in some water. As I do so I can't help but look a bit around but unfortunately, my priority is not that right now. I immediately go back to his room and my eyes widen when I notice he's no longer covered by the bed sheets, he's sitting and I can see...No! Stop that his head hurts, I have to take care of him.

"Here," He has a small appreciative smile on his face despite not seeming to enjoy my presence.

"Thanks..." He takes the Aspirin, drinks from the glass and gobs it down in one go.

I sit on the bed.

"Ah, that will help me. Anyways, are you planning to leave or...?"

"Ah...I don't know..."

"I guess it is still early." He looks at himself still naked, he seems unfazed but it makes me blush.

"Awh. what's making you blush this early in the morning? My nakedness? You gotta have to get used to that."

"Sorry..." I say embarrassed.

"Don't be sorry."

"Ah..." I smile awkwardly but he doesn't say anything about it.

"It's still early but I have to leave soon so..." Oh no! I might not see him again!

"Where are you going...?" I ask hesitantly.

"To work obviously." He says indifferent.

"On a Saturday? That early?"

"Oh yeah, I do." He says indifferent. So that's why he left me all alone in his apartment last time?

"What kind of job makes you work on a Saturday that early?" I mean some jobs make you work on Saturdays but still...

"Ah...I forgot you're older than me..."

"Wait you don't seem that young. You seem old enough...to have a real job...He smiles awkwardly.

"About that...I don't have that kind of work..."

"Really? How old are you?"

It seems so stupid to ask that kind of question. I can't believe I still don't know such a basic thing. I know he is in his early twenties as he said it before but how old is he really? 20? 24? There's a difference between those ages.

He seems to be in his thoughts for a second there but he answers anyway.

"23..."

"23? I guess you're not too young..."

"What? How old are you then?" He asks confused and what I wish is curiousness.

"Oh, I'm 28."

"28?! You seem so young! I thought you were a bit younger than that!" He says surprised.

All this attention makes me flustered. I think this is the first time he seems impressed by something about me or interested in something about me...

"Yeah..."

"So you're at the age to get married?" Speaking of marriage...

"Yeah...but no I'm not married. You're still too young so..." He laughs.

"Oh, I'm definitely young. I don't have to worry about anything."

"Not even your job?"

"Nah, that job is easy..." He suddenly becomes silent. Did he realize something? Is he ok?

"Really...how much do you work?"

"Ah...um I work, every single day." He says awkwardly.

"What?! You don't even have a single break?" Now I feel bad for him. I judged him too quick.

"Sometimes I do but it's not like I have anything better to do."

Then, a thought that not only makes me sad but makes me remember the truth comes to mind.

"You go to the bar often...?"

"What's making you say that?" He raises his eyebrow.

"Um...you seem like the type to...and you're always there on the weekends...so I thought..."

"Are you spying on me?" He asks seriously this time around.

"No! I saw you the other day..."

"Ok...Yeah..you're right I do go there often..." He says appearing strangely uncomfortable. I thought he'd be the type to brag about it, he seemed proud of it just last night.

"Really? Why? Oh...you're still young..."

"Yeah...You don't get to go when you want to right?"

"Yeah...that bar was a first to me..."

"Oh, figures." Huh?

"What do you mean by that..?" I ask confused.

"It's nothing" I pout at that but he doesn't say more.

It's silence between us for what feels like a while. While it's silent, he goes back under the covers but he invites me in too and I accept. I blush at the gesture.

But my concern overrides my thoughts, yeah, I can only think about the truth. I'm scared to ask him why he asked me to come. Does he really don't want to see me again? What is that supposed to mean? Is it over between us?

"Brandon...?" He looks back at me slightly alarmed.

"Yeah?"

"Is..it true that you don't want to see me again..?"

I hope what he said in his text was not true...