Chapter 11

I woke up the next morning with a headache starting to form as soon as I became conscious. I licked my chapped lips as I slowly opened my eyes, taking my time to let them adjust to the sunlight.

"Hell," I muttered, loudly groaning. "Dallas! Get off me!" I screeched as I threw his arm off of my body. I sat up and realized that I must've fallen asleep in Dallas's room last night.

Dallas stirred a bit, a faint incomprehensible mumble coming from him but he didn't wake up.

I groaned extra loudly once again and then started annoyingly pushing Dallas's shoulder.

"Stop," he mumbled, turning so his face was no longer shoved in his pillow. He unconsciously licked his lips. His features were soft, his lips agape the slightest bit, his chest was heaving up and down and his hair was a mess.

"Are you done checking me out?" Dallas murmured softly, his voice hoarse.