Moving Objects

Chapter 12

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I opened my eyes to find that I was laying in bed. I blinked and groaned as my head pounded. I reached up and pressed my fist against my eyes, trying to make the pain go away. I tried to roll out of my bed only to have a heavy arm tighten around my waist and I stopped.

Oh god. Who's arm was around me? Who's bed am I in?! I gingerly took in that I wasn't wearing any clothes aside from my panties and carefully looked behind me to find a mop of brown hair.

I breathed a sigh of relief when the room became familiar to me and I relaxed back into Dimitri, taking the warmth that his body provided me. I rolled under his arm and curled into his chest, burying my face against him. The movement startled him but when he realized it was just me and pulled me closer to him and kissed my head.

"How are you feeling, drunky?" Dimitri mumbled and I groaned.

"Don't talk so loud," I complained. It felt like someone was trying to beat their way out of my skull. Dimitri chuckled a little and rolled onto his back, pulling me with him. I grumbled and wiggled my way on top of him, tucking my cold toes against his legs and rubbing my nose against his neck.

"How much shit am I in?"

"Well," Dimitri started, running his fingers through my hair, "If I was still your mentor, you'd be doing laps until you puked. But because I am your loving boyfriend, no punishment beyond what your body is going to dual out for you. What were you drinking, absinthe?"

"No. You can't get that stuff here. I'm not sure what I was drinking near the end of it," I said, groaning as my stomach rolled. Dimitri rubbed my back and made soothing noises, but it still vibrated inside my skull.

"I think I'm going to be sick," I moaned.

Dimitri moved to sit up and tried not to jostle me as much as he could and I sat up in his lap, pressing the balls of my hands against my eyes. God, I'm such a lightweight now. I sat there for a moment before my stomach rolled again and I flung myself out of bed and ran to the bathroom, barely making it.

I rinsed my mouth out with water and mouth wash before coming to a stop in the doorframe. Dimitri was still in bed, arms folded behind his head as he watched me.

"See something you like?" I quipped half-heartedly.

Dimitri smiled, "I see something that I love."

The phrase made me smile and I crawled back into bed with him.

"What time is it?"

"You've only been asleep for a few hours. It's only three."

"Good. I'm going back to sleep now."

Dimitri chuckled and kissed my cheek as he pulled me back to his chest. I laid there for a few minutes before snapping my eyes open.

"Why exactly am I naked?"

I could feel Dimitri's body shaking in his silent laughter. "Because you puked on yourself."

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"I am never drinking again," I grumbled as I sat down with Lissa, waiting for my parents to join us. Lissa made a noise of agreement and played with her glass of water, not drinking from it. I rested my hand on the table and closed my eyes. I was thankful that when I woke up again this morning Dimitri was already awake with a fried egg sandwich, a bottle of water and two pills for my head. If I didn't love him already, I definitely loved him then.

"Do you think your parents are going to know how drunk we were last night?" Lissa whispered. I seriously hoped they didn't, Dad may let it slide but Mom wouldn't. She would be livid that I drank underage. The upside of meeting my parents for breakfast was that it was in guest housing and it was quiet.