Jailbird

~Chapter 13~

When I woke up the morning after dealing with a wasted Zedlin, I laid in my bed and stared at my galaxy covered ceiling.

Thinking, waiting for it to give me all of the answers that I needed in life.

What was the purpose of having a boyfriend if your heart wasn't all in it? Maybe my problem was the fact that I was salivating badly at the temptation that was being dangled in my face every single day.

I yawned and stretched, rolling over onto my side, facing my bedroom door.

Dang, I was so tamed, because that temptation slept a few layers of wall plaster away from me.

"What is wrong with me?" I muttered, before dragging myself out of bed and trying to get a start on my day.

Shoot, what day was it?

I sifted through my pillows and bedsheets, looking for my phone. When I found it, I unlocked it to see a few messages from Elise, Mason and a couple of emails from my gym and the community center that I do my daycare at.

After making sure nothing was life threatening emergencies, I threw my phone back onto my bed and proceeded to go take a shower.

It was Saturday. Yippee.

Which meant Mason was gonna try and spend the entire day together.

Yawning again, I shuffled out of my room and into the bathroom, starting the shower so the water could warm up.

While waiting, I took off my shirt and sat on the toilet seat. I sat for a minute or so before the bathroom door swung open.

"Hey! What the--"

I'm snatched up by my arm and thrown to the side. Zedlin dropped onto his knees and flung the toilet seat up, throwing up violently.

Figures, he was wasted.

"God, you're such a jerk!" I fumed, while watching his inked up back shudder with the heaves.

After about five rounds of throwing up, I felt bad and left the bathroom to get a cup of ginger ale.

When I came back, Zedlin was slumped against the sink cabinet with his head in his hands.

"You know, it's Saturday and you're already hungover... I hope you're having a quiet night in tonight." I leaned down and handed him the cup.

His fingers brushed mine for a second, before I pulled away and stepped over him to reach our bathroom cabin with the aspirin in it.

"Who are you? My mother?"

"Here." I ignored him and held out the aspirin.

He took it with shaky hands.

Watching him, I made a note that all of my hot shower water was wasting away.

"Okay, get out. I gotta take a shower."

"I don't have the energy to move, Sienna. I'm so fucked up." Eyes closing, he sprawled his long legs out across the tiled bathroom floor and just laid there.

"Zedlin!"

No answer.

I tilted my head a bit to see his eyelashes resting along his cheekbones.

He was out cold again.

I reached down and snatched the empty glass from his hands and watched him sleep.

God, he was painfully attractive.

He looked uncomfortable, head slumped with his back against the sink cabinets and his legs splayed outwards opposite from one another.