Worse Than A Snake

The next morning, Lana woke up with a severe headache.

"Ahh! My head is bursting with pain!" she grunted with her palm on her forehead. Her eyes were still closed. She still did not want to get up from the bed, but her urge to pee was killing her. She felt her bladder would explode if she didn't go to the toilet right away, so she got up and hurriedly ran to her toilet bowl.

She comfortably sat and started relieving herself with eyes still closed. "Ahhh…" she moaned as her bladder finally became empty. She felt relaxed after letting it all out. She yawned, sitting there only, and then slowly opened her eyes and sighed. Headache plus upset stomach. She hated the hangover feeling of getting drunk, so she rarely drank alcoholic beverages beyond her limit.

She again yawned out loudly and heard the voice of falling water from her side and she turned her head towards the shower area. She felt a wave of shock go down her body and felt a little panicked seeing a male figure through the transparent glass door of the shower area that was clouded with mist.

She gasped in horror and before she could shout or decide her line of action, the glass door slid open and she could see the figure of a male deity, with six-pack abs, slender body, and V-shaped waist. As her eyes swept up and saw the face of the person standing inside, she ended up letting out a small cry... 

"Liam?" she burst out in shock upon recognizing that sculpted, male masculine physique was of Liam. 

He stood on the edge of the open door with one hand propped up on the door frame and other hand holding a towel drying his wet dripping hair. His upper muscular, sexy body was bare and the lower half was covered with just a towel. She was hardly able to get over the shock of his presence in her bathroom when her brain told her some more things were not right.

"Who the hell gave you the permission to use my towels?" Lana hissed with gritted teeth, still sitting on the toilet bowl. She blinked and rubbed her eyes several times and even pinched herself to make sure she was not hallucinating everything that she was seeing.

"You're finally awake," Liam casually muttered in a deep voice and stepped out of the shower area. He walked past her and went out of the restroom, completely ignoring her flaring nostrils and hell shocked mind.

Lana's temper was on the seventh sky seeing the bossy attitude of the unwelcome figure in her bathroom, trying to dominate her entire house. She quickly rose up from the toilet seat and hastily followed Liam. 

"What the hell are you doing in here?!" she grumbled with squirted eyes.

Liam was calmly putting on his clothes with perfect poise before her eyes while she was fuming in anger.

"Stop ogling at me and go downstairs. Calm down and let's talk there. I'll explain everything, just go down and drink the hangover soup first kept there." Liam plainly said.

Lana was baffled by his answer but had no choice other than to let him wear his clothes first. She then left the room disoriented, banging on her own door. 

"How dare he order me in my own house? This is my house, not his office! And what the hell is he doing in my house, in my ROOM!!" Lana snarled as she walked down. Her stomach was rumbling already, and her aching head added insult to injury.

Liam was lucky, she thought, that she was not feeling well or else she would have knocked him out already on the spot. 

She reached down and involuntarily sniffed a pleasant smell that came towards her. She gulped as she again smelled the nice aroma coming from her kitchen. There was food arranged on the table and she quickly sat down to dig in.

She took in the hangover soup first to replenish herself, and it was invigorating. She never had thought in her most liberal of dreams also that Liam could be a good cook.

Sooner, she saw Liam followed her and sat on the chair in front of her to eat as well. Lana swallowed the food in her mouth and before she could start rambling at Liam about his presence in her bedroom, he scowled at her and started speaking. 

"Before you hysterically get mad at me, I should warn you, that it should be me who should be complaining Lana." Liam began, looking straight into Lana's eyes.

"What? Why? It was obviously you who took the liberty of staying here like it was your own house. Hold on. Hold on... Did we... Did we... sleep together?" Lana exclaimed, unconsciously touching herself, but found her clothes remained the same and her body seemed well intact still.

"Stop that! I am not a person who takes advantage of a drunk woman!" Liam defended.

"Oh yeah, that's obviously too gross for you," Lana nonchalantly commented, which made Liam choke on his own saliva.

"Lana… be serious, I ended up sleeping here because you did not let me go. Do you have any idea how you grabbed me and coiled around me last night, just like a snake, a python, and the more I struggled the more your clenching became tighter… so finally I ended up sleeping on your bed? You did not let me go at all! I woke up this morning and managed to free myself somehow.

Seeing your drunken state, because of my family, I felt bad, so I prepared at least some breakfast for you. But after that I started feeling very stinky, and I didn't wish to travel reeking of alcohol, that I got from your coiling on me, worse than a snake, so I borrowed your bathroom to take a bath." Liam narrated.

Lana looked at him with a twitched mouth and wide eyes and shook her head in disbelief, but she had no choice rather than to agree with him,

Whatever he said could not be refuted without any evidence, so finally she gave in to his probing eyes and accepted the accusation grudgingly and said, "Okay. Let's eat first and I'll try to remember if I did all that you're saying later. I can't digest everything that you told me right now. Later, let's see if you really did not do anything naughty last night."

Liam almost choked on the soup he had, hearing those words. Well, what he said was true but a bit exaggerated. He, of course, could always leave the place anytime he wanted. It was not like Lana could pin him down the whole time, but he chose to stay and sleep beside her, cuddling together. 

He wondered if Lana would find out how he had kissed her sneakily several times when she was asleep, and how he had enjoyed himself snuggling close to her skin and sniffing her amazing scent as many times as he wanted.

He became quiet after Lana spoke her words and focussed on the food while he would give Lana an occasional guilty glance.

Lana on the other hand tried to recall what happened last night while eating her food. Did she really coil like a snake on that stiff ice statue boss of hers? There were fragments of memory where she found them both close and in each other's arms, but could she really do what all he said?

Not everything was clear. Though she recalled Liam inside her room on her bed but she thought it was only a dream.

"Drink this medicine if your head still hurts. I will take a leave now." Lana heard Liam speak as he rose up from his chair.

"Thank you for this," Lana mumbled and was about to stand, but Liam stopped her.

"No need to see me out, it's alright. Finish your food, take the medicine, then have a shower. You still stink of alcohol." Liam smirked and mumbled before disappearing from Lana's sight.

Lana smelled herself and winced. She only noticed how bad she smelled after Liam pointed it at her. But then a sweet smile curved on her lips, recalling how she enjoyed her visit to Liam's household, meeting his entire family and enjoying the love of a father for the first time in life.

Then her eyes darted towards the medicine Liam left for her and she smiled. Liam was thoughtful in his own ways. Cooking her breakfast and considering her hangover.

"He's not bad." she mumbled and continued eating.