I'm In Love With An Idiot

c h a p t e r 4

Warning: some mild smut and nudity

I couldn't believe it.

Alec Daniels kissed me. On the mouth. In a bed.

Wait why am I thinking this? Why am I ok with this? I had just met him. I can't just straight out kiss him. But it felt right, and I don't know why, but I continue kissing him.

He had one hand in my hair and the other on my hip. I had pressed hard against his muscular body so I ended up on top, but all of a sudden, almost like magic, we were naked.

What? How did this even happen?

I got off of Alec, trying to cover myself. I mean the kissing was ok, but I was naked like no clothes.

"What's wrong?" Alec asked pouting again sitting crossed legged.

"Uhhhh..." How did I explain this.

What? Why did I even stop in the first place?

"Nothing," I said shrugging. "Just got a weird feeling that's all."

And just like that, he was on top of me again.

I had to admit, he was a good kisser, he probably had kissed a lot of other girls.

Wait? What's happening?

Alec's lips had gone from my lips to my neck almost in a heartbeat, making a hot line of kisses from my chin to my chest. I groaned, tilting my head upwards slightly. I put my hands in his hair, tugging on it slightly. That made him groan quietly against my collarbone, it felt like it went on forever....kissing......me on top.....him on top...groans.....

"Grace!" I heard a voice whisper. I groaned, my neck ached, I would get up later.

"Grace!" The voiced repeated, shaking my shoulders.

I groaned again, sitting up my eyes in slits.

The voice that so desperately wanted to wake me up belonged to Camille.

"What do you want!" I whispered back.

"We're going to prank the boys!" She answered, still in a whisper.

Suddenly it hit me, the dream, the nightmare. God I can't believe I had sex with Alec in my sleep. I mentally slapped my mind for ever thinking of such a thing.

I got out of bed and the door was open, I walked out to see the fridge light on. I followed the light and headed towards the hushed sounds. There I saw my friends raiding my fridge.

"What are you guys doing?" I asked rubbing my eyes.

Ignoring my question, Camille asked. "Do you have any paper plates."

I yawned and pointed to the cupboard. Looking at the clock I saw that it was 6:30, great, it was Saturday and I didn't even get to sleep in.

"What are you guys doing?" I repeated.

"We're going to fill paper plates with stuff and dump it on them." Maddie explained pointing to the living room.

I poke my head to see the boys passed out on the couch, popcorn bowls in hand.

Geez that party must have really warn them out. But I can't blame them, I was pretty tired. Yet here I am, up at 6:30 in the morning, filling paper plates with whip cream and ketchup.

Camille found the plates and we filled them with anything we could find, whip cream, ketchup, ranch, cottage cheese.

Then we snuck out into the living room, and sneakily stood over the boys. On the count of three we all pressed the paper plates hard onto their faces.