My Girl

Chapter 11 - Auburn

Auburn

The night went by pretty fast so far. And the most of it is kinda fuzzy. We are now sitting in the living room of this very huge house, and I'm pretty sure I'm drunk. My head is lying on Will's lap and he's playing with my hair, while we try to figure out what the heck Bree is trying to act out. We're playing charades by the way. With like twenty other people, and I have absolutely no clue who they are.

"You tired?" Will whispers in my ear and I look up at him. He really is handsome.

"Lil' bit" I say measuring between my thumb and fore-finger while giggling...slightly

"How much did you drink?" Will asks me looking amused

"Don't know. Four? And a few tequila shots? Not sure" he laughs softly and keeps stroking my hair and before I know what's happening my eyes are slowly closing and I drift off to a much wanted sleep.

I slowly open my eyes trying to make sense of what I'm seeing. A wall. Not my own bedroom wall to be exact. I try to stand up but I'm restrained, I lift the covers to see what the hell is keeping me from getting up, and I see really big muscular arm thrown over my abdomen holding me tight to a similarly muscular body and a similarly large leg draped over my own legs. I slowly turn around, since it's kinda hard with all the muscle that's currently on me, and I see Will's face. His very much still asleep face. I try to get up again but it's impossible. Why the hell am I in his bed?

"Go back to sleep baby" Will mummers snuggling closer to me. So he's obviously not completely asleep.

"Will?" I whisper

"Sleep. It's not even nine yet" he mumbles back. I turn my head to look at the bedside clock, and he's right, it's eight thirty. It still doesn't explain why I'm in his bed.

"Will? Why am I in your bed?" I whisper

"Cause you're my girlfriend, and I'm trying to prepare you for our marriage" he mumbles. I laugh softly, cause he's still even smooth half asleep. "Go to sleep Auburn, I'll wake you later" Will says after a few seconds. I give up trying to free myself from him and fall back asleep.

I slowly open eyes again. I'm lying on my side with my leg now draped over Will and my head is on his chest, he's holding me tight against him again.

"What's the time?" Will mumbles sleepily. I reach across his chest for the bedside clock and tell him its three fifteen in the afternoon. My head is pounding like crazy. I wonder what time we got back here.

"Should we get up?" I ask Will as a knock sounds on the door. Park slowly open the door and says "Will? Sal wants to talk to us. We all just got up"

"Everybody's still here?" I ask sleepily

"Yeah, they all slept in the living room. It looks like a slumber party down there" Park answers also very sleepily "Five minutes guys" she adds and closes the door. Will groans and asks "Sleep well baby?"

"Umh, you're very comfortable, you? We should probably get up?" I say awkwardly. This is the first time I've woken up in a guy's arms.

"So are you. Probably yeah. Bathroom's through there, if you wanna use it" Will says pointing to a door next to his desk. I slowly untangle myself from his very comfortable body and walk towards the bathroom when I come to an abrupt stop, and look down at what I'm wearing. A t-shirt. Not my own I might add. I slowly turn to Will and point to the shirt. He has a huge smile on his face.

"Damn baby, you look sexy in my shirt" he says smugly

"I totally agree. But how exactly did I end up wearing it?" I ask looking down at the t-shirt that's probably three times my size. It's hangs mid-thigh and the sleeves reach my elbows. It's pretty comfortable.

"I put it on you?" Will answers with a sheepish grin. I glare at him and walk into the bathroom slamming the door shut. "Sorry, baby" I hear him say through the closed door. I look in the mirror and groan at what I see. My hair is a complete mess, I have bags under my eyes, and my breath smells like alcohol. I decide to use his tooth brush to get back at him.

At least I feel a little better after I brush my teeth.

I walk back into the room and he's now sitting upright on the bed with his back against the wall. I walk over to his drawers and search through them for some boxers or sweats or something

"Can I help you find something?" Will asks amused.

"Nope, found it" I find a pair of sweats and pull them on; obviously I have to roll them a few times and tie the drawstring as tight as it can go so they actually fit. Now I feel better. Will gets up from the bed and moves to the door and opens it just as Miles was about to knock

"Oh good, come on, mom's probably pissed" Miles says and walks down the hall to the stairs. Will holds the door open for me and slaps my ass on the way out and whispers in my ear "I really like you in my clothes"

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