Chapter 15 - Why Do I Have To Hide From Your Grandma? (4)

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I woke up with a banging headache. I felt like my head would burst anytime. "Shït!" I put both hands on the side of my head and gently massaged my temples. I haven't drunk that much beer in a while and last night was a total knockout.

"Oh, you are awake."

I sat up and turned to look at a pair of grey eyes staring back at me. Phraser stood there in a pair of loose shorts and a sleeveless shirt. He had his arms folded across his big chest like he was big, bad trouble. He smiled, sweat dripping down his nose as if he just ran a marathon. And maybe he did, God knew how long I've been sleeping considering the sun shone through the big windows on the side of the bed.

My breath hitched. It wasn't the first time I saw a lot of testosterone in one guy. I ran my gaze up to his legs, past his waist, over his folded arms, to his grey eyes. "What time is it?"

He glanced at the watch on his wrist and looked up. "Eleven thirty-five."

"Geez!" I jumped off the bed but immediately had to sit again as my head suddenly felt so heavy.

He rushed to my side and kneeled on the floor in front of me. "Are you okay?" Worries flashed on his face.

I wanted to say that I was, but it was not a time to act tough. I shook my head. "My head hurts." I pressed my temple using my fingers.

He nodded. "You drank too much last night. Do you need anything? Advil, maybe?"

"Two Advil and a glass of water would be great." I laid back on the bed and let out a deep sigh.

"Wait here," answered him as he stood. "I'm gonna sneak into Corbin's room and grab the pills." He moved to the front of the house and swung the door open.

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By one P.M. I was feeling a lot better. I was still able to feel the tense pressing against my temples and the back of my head but they weren't as intense as they were this morning.

My eyes fluttered open and I forced them to stay open. I looked around the bedroom and couldn't find Phraser. I moved to the next room where a huge TV placed on the wall. There he was, sitting on the couch with a controller in his hands, playing a video game.

He was playing something that looked like CS but I couldn't tell since I called any game with guys holding guns on ops as Counter-Strike. It was the only game I've ever played.

Phraser hit some button then lowered the controller as he looked up at me. I glanced at the screen to see the game was on pause. "How are you feeling? Better?"

I nodded. "Much better." But I felt dirty. I haven't showered since last night. "Can I take a quick shower?"

"Yeah." He rose to his feet and led me to the bathroom. "Here." He opened the drawer below the sink and added, "you can take one."

My eyes widened in surprise. There were at least three dozens of toothbrushes laying in the drawer. "Do you work at 7/11?"

"Huh?" He frowned and looked down at me with his brows knitted in the middle of his forehead.

I pointed at his drawer. "Why the hell do you have so many toothbrushes?" I wondered if him being rich meant that he wore a new toothbrush every time he went to brush his teeth.

"Oh. Those for," he cleared his throat before continuing, "people who crash at my place." He scratched the back of his neck, looking guilty. I saw a shade of red on his high cheekbones. I stifled a giggle. It was my first time witnessing a six feet three tall guy with big muscles on his arms blushed over something.

"You mean girls who slept with you every night?" I rolled my eyes at him and picked up a toothbrush. I ripped the package open and started to brush my teeth while he went outside to get me a towel. By the time he got back, I was about to throw my toothbrush in the bin below the sink but he caught my wrist. He took the toothbrush from my hand and put it into the small mug where his toothbrush was.

I frowned. "What are you doing?" I wondered if he was going to recycle the toothbrush or something.

He smirked. "For next time you decided to have a sleepover."

I gave him another eye roll. "There won't be next time" I took the toothbrush and threw it into the bin. His smile dropped and I could see sadness flashed in his features for a brief second before he put his walls back up.

"I'll be outside. Yell if you need anything." He stepped out of the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

I stared at my own reflection in the mirror and wondered what the hell just happened.