Love Aint Always Pretty

Induratize

- to make one's own heart hardened or resistant to someone's please or advances or to the idea of love

Origin: Latin

14

I slowly open my eyes as I feel like something was pounding on my head. God it was hurting so bad and I feel my lips were so dry. I groaned on my bed and started stretching my arms up. I stared at the ceiling and it doesn't look like the one in my dorm. My eyes completely narrowed and totally forgot about what happened to me last night.

"Shit where am I?" I mumbled.

I look around the room but I don't remember where I am then I looked down at myself but I was still wearing every piece of clothing I had last night. Then I see a huge feet next to me and I'm sure it was a guy. The second I turned to my side, I see a view of Nick sleeping right next to me and he's this close. We slept in one bed? In one same freaking bed? Wow. What a beautiful view to start my Sunday morning.

I have this sudden urge to touch his face and brush my hand just lightly, just a little, but I'm too afraid to wake him up. I just stared at him quietly while he was lightly snoring. He wore a plain white sleeveless and a gray jogging pants. Nick just looks so devastatingly gorgeous right now that it's making me uncomfortable lying down right next to him. His black thick eyebrows matches well with his facial beard and his lips looks so soft. I wonder how they taste. I wonder how it feels like to be kissed by Nick. I wonder how his hands would feel when it touches your body. I wonder how it feels to be teased by him.

I pulled one finger up, aiming for his eyebrows. I wanted to run my finger over it then down to his nose bridge but as I was getting closer, he starts waking up. I quickly pulled my hand back close to me and I slowly shifted to the other side of the bed, facing my back to him. Now that I think about it, I wish I didn't do anything crazy or say something weird last night. I was too drunk and I couldn't remember anything that I did at all. The last thing I remember was dancing with Tracy and everything after that is a blur. Gosh I wish I wasn't as worst as Nick when he was drunk that night when he came up to my room. The hell, how did I even end up here?

I feel him getting up from the bed cos I sense a movement now and he was yawning right behind me. Then I feel him walking around since there were footsteps. I secretly watch him head to his drawer and he grabbed a towel. Gosh what time is it? Isn't it too early for him to take a bath? Then my breathing stopped for a second the moment he pulled the sleeveless off of his head, showing his back muscles to me. He threw it to the couch.

Turn around. Turn around so I can see your abs! I mentally chanted.

I had to wake up before he'll come here fresh from the shower. I wouldn't know if I could hold myself pretending that I'm still asleep by that time when he's changing to some dry clothes cos I'm sure as hell it's a tempting view to take a peak. So I started rustling on the bed and faked a groan. I think it worked cos the moment I acted like that, he turned to me. I yawned, hoping it sounded natural. I pull myself up from the bed and turned to him. I think it was a bad idea that I acted as if I just woke up cos now his body is all that I'm looking at.

Shit, he has the v on him. Holy Christ he has those beautiful indentations on those hot models in Calvin Klein's that I see on magazines. I'm drooling. Mentally drooling, to be honest. It usually runs the length of their freaking outer abdominal muscles as if it's pointing down to his bull's eye. Damn his abs are making me forget that I'm having hungover today.

Jesus Christ, Savannah you're staring at his goddamn crotch!

"How's your head?" He asked.

I moved my eyes up to his face. "It's killing me. Do you have any meds around here?"

"Yeah. It's in the kitchen."

Goodness his abs is making me so unfocused on what he's actually saying to me right now. I think I'm not hearing clearly what's he's trynna say. His abs and biceps look so perfectly toned and I've never seen a body of a male as hot as hell like Nick's.

"Do you wanna go grab them now?" He asked me while his hand was holding tight on his cream towel.

I was still staring at him.

He snaps his finger all of a sudden. I looked up on his face again and he was still impassively looking at me.

"Can... you get them for me? Please? I'm really having massive headache." I said.

"Sure." He says.

He left the room and I can already feel my bad bad headache coming up even a lot more now. I still feel a little bit nauseated. I'm so so tired and I'm so so thirsty. God I feel like I'm having an unpleasant mood right now too and my headache is adding up to making everything inside my body even worst.

The door swings open with Nick entering the room holding a glass of water on his right and pitcher on the other while the foil container of the tablet was in between his lips and him being topless always makes me forget I'm in hungover today. He walks closer to me and sat down right on my side. He placed the glass and pitcher on the drawer right next to the bed and pulled the foil off his lips.

"Here. It's what the men in here use. My saliva is clean. Don't worry." He says.

I smirked. I grabbed the foil and took in the tablet while taking huge gulps of water. I'm so thirsty and I've never felt this dehydrated before.

"If you need more water, here's the pitcher. I need to take a bath. Tracy will be here anytime soon." He says.

"You're going somewhere?" I asked.

He nods. "Don't go out of this room. Half naked and fully naked men are probably walking around the house."

I nod at him. "How's your head?" I asked him.

"I didn't drink a lot after the beerpong. Im not much of a drinker. Im a one can or bottle a night kind of guy." he answers.

I laugh and I still managed to laugh even though my head was killing me. "I think you're forgetting how I first met you. Some-drunk-guy-banging-my-door-so-loud-at-three-in-the-morning?" "That night you found me drunk was a very rare exception of me." He stands.

He's hiding something and I could tell it from the way his eyes are looking at me and how his voice is speaking.

"Was that exception caused by Catherine?" Great, I really had to ask him about that.

Why in hell Savannah?

His expression totally froze for a second and he looked confused by what I said to him cos Im sure as hell he doesn't remember anything about what happened and what he told me that night.

"You thought I was someone named Catherine..." Explaining the awkwardness the best as I can in front of this topless man. "I just thought something might have happened in the past between you and her... cos you know... uhh...that night you were... crying." My voice getting tinier.

Nick takes a deep breath and he tries to hide the fact that it's bothering him. If we were in a brawl, I might have hit him hard in the balls. He heads to the door and left the room without a word said to me. I just laid back down and stared at the ceiling. I still feel a little dizzy and damn I cant hardly tell what just happened that made him turn mad. But was he pissed off about it? Embarrassed? Sad? Gosh his face is so hard to tell.

But whatever I did that made him act like that to me, I hated myself for even asking him about her.

After a while, probably fifteen to twenty minutes have passed, I hear the door creeping open again and it was Nick wearing nothing but the towel wrapped around his waist. I jumped off the bed and turned my back to him. I hear him closing the door.

"I'm just here to grab some dry clothes. If Tracy comes here tell her we'll be leaving right away." He says so demandingly cold.

I just nod and hear the door closing again. I looked over my shoulder and he was gone. I just exhaled heavily and I still feel my heart pounding from what I just saw. Though I didn't really have seen it clearly but damn his dripping hair, sexy shiny abs wetted from water, and the fact that he was almost half naked in front of me.

The door opens again and it was Tracy. She was shocked to see me here and rushed right towards me. "Oh my gosh I was so worried of you last night! I'm so sorry I lost you. Penny and Megan were catfighting over another guy."

She hugs me right away.

"I'm okay. It's really okay." I smiled at her making sure it was alright.

She pulls herself away from me. "Wait. Why are you here?" She arched an eyebrow while smirking at me.

"I don't know. Ask your brother."

The door swings open and it was Nick entering the room wearing some dry clothes now. God he's super hot right now looking like that.

"She was too drunk last night." He said.

Tracy's jaws dropped with that smirk not fading from her face. "And you helped her? Wow Nick. What's up with you?"

What does that mean? I mentally asked myself.

"Dont push your luck Tracy." he says sternly while looking at her in the eye.

"Gosh why such in a bad mood early in the morning?" Tracy asked.

I pout. "Cos I asked him about Catherine and I don't know why he's cold to me now."

My eyebrows furrowed and I just don't understand why she's making it a big deal. "I really need to go home and change. I smell...." I sniffed myself.

"I smell terrible right now." I continued.

"I have extra clothes with me in my bag. Nick she can go with us." Tracy chimed as she looked over to him.

He looked at me.

"Nick please?" Tracy begs.

Nick exhales. "Fine."

Tracy lent me some clothes and I went to the shower accompanied by Nick. I don't know where they were going to but since it's Sunday and Tracy being persuasive as ever, manages to force me to tag along to wherever they were heading to. I took a little bit long in the shower cos I wanted the water massaging the top of my head and I was also thinking about how Nick reacted so coldly after I mentioned Catherine. I felt as if I did something really horrible.

When I was done, the three of us grabbed sandwiches and pancakes from these piles of foods that a freshman was making for the entire frat men. We walked towards Nick's car and Tracy took a passenger seat so I had to sit at the backseat.

When I was settled inside, I was thinking of where I was going to sit down --- if I should sit behind Tracy, or in between the two of them, or even behind Nick. But everywhere I sit here on the backseat, I feel Nick is also everywhere near me. Nick opens the driver's-side door and hops in.

"Please don't wake me up until we're there." Tracy said out of the blue.

Oh god and Tracy is going to sleep the entire drive that must mean it's gonna be a long drive. Holy Christ which leaves me alone with Nick.

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