Vandalized

Chapter Thirteen

I woke up the next morning feeling as if I had just been hit by a truck. My head was pounding, stomach flipping, and my throat was like sand paper.

"This is why I don't drink any more." I muttered into the pillow. I heard a chuckle from the other side of the bed. Suddenly an arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me into his chest.

I felt his skin on mine and I jumped. My heart started racing as I sat up to look over the room.

"Why the hell are my clothes off." I asked. He sat up as well wincing and rubbing his eyes. "Why the hell are your clothes off?" I panicked and tried to remember what happened the previous night.

"Calm down." He rubbed my back. "We didn't have sex." He laid back down and tried to pull me back to him.

"What did happen Zac?" I thought back. Getting sick, Alex calling me, but nothing else.

"Just fooled around a bit." I waited for him to explain. "Second base. Why are you so uptight, don't you trust me?"

"What do you consider second base?"

"First; make out. Second; hands. Third; mouths. And then you know the rest." He chuckled. I let out a sigh and laid back down. It started to come back to me in snip its. "Why are you freaking out? I'm your boyfriend. That's normal stuff that happens in a relationship. We were both drunk and had a little fun" He pulled me into his chest.

"It's just I didn't remember. Plus you're a guy, anything and everything makes you wanna bang." He burst out laughing and I winced at the volume.

"I do have standards babe. And bang? Really?"

I was freakin out inside. I was taught growing up, to wait for marriage until taking that step with someone. It sounds dumb considering the century we live in, but I wanted to be with someone I loved and trusted with all my heart ,before I made that decision. I wanted it to be special, even if it 'wasn't a big deal'.

It didn't help that I hated the idea of someone other than myself seeing my body. It freaked me out. I was not skinny. No one but my mom had seen me naked. I purposely avoided bathing suits, especially bikinis, and I wore jeans most of the year.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked and worked his fingers through my hair.

"Nothing."

"Liar."

"Shit!" I jumped up and grabbed my phone off the bedside table. I looked at the time and jumped out of the bed.

"What are you doing?" He asked. I felt his eyes on me and I tried to cover up while I tried to find my clothes. I felt hands grab my hips.

He turned me around and pulled me closer to him. He was sitting at the edge of the bed and his eyes roamed over my body. I tried to cover my bare stomach, but he held me firmly.

"Stop trying to cover yourself. You are so beautiful." His fingers rubbed circles into my hip and I bit the inside of my cheek. "You don't have to hide from me." He pulled me into him and buried his head in my chest. "I love you Sam." I froze. I didn't know what to do or what to say. "You don't have to say it back right now but I want you to know that."

"You don't mean that." He pulled me on his lap in response.

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." He took my face in hands and kissed me. "You are beautiful and sexy and I love you. It is a little fast paced, but that doesn't make it less true. Don't let anyone tell you different." He stroked my cheek. "Okay?" I nodded.

After a couple moments of silence I got up. "I have to go. I have a million voice mails from my brothers. I have to get home. " I started throwing my clothes on and getting my stuff together.