Forgotten

Chapter 27: Sleepover

It's amazing what you can do when you put your mind to it. lol. Here's the second update for today.

Now for the saddish news... according to my notes, I only have about 4 chapters left to write. 

Alex:

The guys all slept around me while I couldn't get my brain to shut off long enough to fall asleep myself. I was tired, but I couldn't stop worrying about my parents. And then there was the affection that all the guys had been showering me with all day. It made me uncomfortable that I'd enjoyed each touch so much.

Tucker pulled me into his chest, spooning me. I wish I could just relax. Maybe I should just follow their lead? But what if they were only this affectionate because they thought I was easy? My heart pounded against my chest, making my skin prickle. I should probably just stop touching them. At least then I wouldn't be guilty of leading them on.

When I couldn't take it anymore, I silently creeped out of bed, making sure I didn't wake any of the guys in the process. I could feel the burn of tears behind my eyes. I didn't want to cry, but with everything that was going on, I was feeling overly emotional. I swiped at my eyes with the back of my hand, tiptoeing my way to the bathroom.

Once there, I silently shut the door and hopped onto the counter, burying my face in my knees. What was I going to do? I liked each of the guys equally. I couldn't pick my favorite. That seemed wrong. Gasping for breath, I fought back the tears. I didn't want the guys to hear me.

A creak in the hallway made me hold my breath, listening. A low murmur came from right outside the door, followed by another voice. Sniffling, I waited for the door to open. I didn't have to wait long. "Lexi Bear, are you okay?"

I wanted to answer him, but he'd know I'd been crying if I did. When I didn't respond, the doorknob jiggled. It only took another minute before Tucker and Paris were both standing in the bathroom with me. "Alex?" Paris took a step closer, running his fingers along my leg, gently pulling on my knees to get me to lower them.

"What's wrong, Lexi Bear?" Tucker pulled me into his arms, gently rubbing my back.

How did I answer that? I felt like there was probably a correct answer, but I didn't know it. "I don't..." I bit my lip, looking up at him from my lowered eyelids.

"Lexi, do you trust us?" Tucker's voice was low, and I wondered if he was worried about waking the others.

I nodded. Of course I trusted them. Paris moved up against my side, nuzzling against my hair. My skin itched. This was wrong. No. It's right. The same voice that had stopped me from going into my room spoke up again. Maybe I was going crazy.

When I started to push them away, Paris growled. It sent a shiver through me, but it didn't scare me. Somehow, I knew he was only warning me to stay put. I didn't want to, though. I didn't want them to think I was a slut, and I was sure that's what they thought of me.

"Lexi, trust us." Tucker grumbled, brushing at a stray tear with his thumb. I nodded once. Blood rushed to my head and Paris pulled me against his body, holding my back to his chest. He wrapped an arm around my waist as he leaned down, grazing his lips against my neck. My skin tingled where the stubble along his jaw rubbed against my sensitized skin.

Tucker moved his hands, gripping my waist gently. I wanted to push them away, but I wasn't sure how. Was it giving them the wrong if I allowed this? Paris nipped my shoulder, growling, "Stop thinking, Princess."

"But-"

Tucker shook his head slowly. "No arguing, Lexi Bear."

"I'm not a slut," I rushed out, feeling my cheeks turn pink.