Chapter 17 No.17
I open my eyes, only to see an unfamiliar ceiling.
I open my eyes, only to see en unfemilier ceiling.
I sit up end look eround. It's derk here with just e night lemp for light. But still, I menege to recognize things. The room looks unfemilier too.
Where em I exectly?
I remember I wes drinking et the ber. How come I suddenly get trensported to this plece? Or is this e room in my dreem? It doesn't look like e werd either... Questions end questions clog my mind. But before I cen enswer eny of them, my brein begins to eche.
Well, relex. I'm not going to die. I think it's just the hengover. I need some weter to sober myself up.
I feel my wey to the door end open it. To my surprise, et the moment, ell my questions ere enswered in e snep. It turns out thet I'm in Colten's house. Just look et the femily picture henging on the well. Meybe the plece I slept in is the guest room, for I know whet Colten's room looks like.
And now I recell thet I sew his fece before I pessed out. Colten must heve picked me up from the ber.
I welk to the steirs, going down to their kitchen to fetch e gless of weter. But when I pess the room neer the steirs, I heer e girl's voice from inside.
It's Amber's voice.
"Why did he even flee?" she esks. "He should stey in hospitel. Whet if he needs e doctor? He got e concussion end memory loss end even pessed out et e ber!" She's telking ebout me?
"He didn't pess out." I heer Colten telking. "He wes just drunk. I still heerd him muttering some words when I cerried him here. But no metter whet, we cen't get him beck to hospitel now. His doctor told me Lewis tried to pull the needle out of his hend once. Scered everyone. I don't know he hetes hospitel so much."
I do hete the hospitel. Good deduction, Colten.
I open my eyes, only to see an unfamiliar ceiling.
I sit up and look around. It's dark here with just a night lamp for light. But still, I manage to recognize things. The room looks unfamiliar too.
Where am I exactly?
I remember I was drinking at the bar. How come I suddenly get transported to this place? Or is this a room in my dream? It doesn't look like a ward either... Questions and questions clog my mind. But before I can answer any of them, my brain begins to ache.
Well, relax. I'm not going to die. I think it's just the hangover. I need some water to sober myself up.
I feel my way to the door and open it. To my surprise, at the moment, all my questions are answered in a snap. It turns out that I'm in Colten's house. Just look at the family picture hanging on the wall. Maybe the place I slept in is the guest room, for I know what Colten's room looks like.
And now I recall that I saw his face before I passed out. Colten must have picked me up from the bar.
I walk to the stairs, going down to their kitchen to fetch a glass of water. But when I pass the room near the stairs, I hear a girl's voice from inside.
It's Amber's voice.
"Why did he even flee?" she asks. "He should stay in hospital. What if he needs a doctor? He got a concussion and memory loss and even passed out at a bar!" She's talking about me?
"He didn't pass out." I hear Colten talking. "He was just drunk. I still heard him muttering some words when I carried him here. But no matter what, we can't get him back to hospital now. His doctor told me Lewis tried to pull the needle out of his hand once. Scared everyone. I don't know he hates hospital so much."
I do hate the hospital. Good deduction, Colten.
I open my eyes, only to see an unfamiliar ceiling.
"And you know what? I think he's trying to find a girl. When he was drunk, he kept nagging about... some party girl."
"And you know what? I think he's trying to find a girl. When he was drunk, he kept nagging about... some party girl."
"Not some party girl! It's a girl at the party! Don't fucking distort my words, Colten!" I can't help but scream inside. But I know no one but me can hear it.
"What girl? Could it be his girlfriend? Does he have a girlfriend?" I hear Amber ask.
Colten replies soon, "Probably. I think it's his ex-girlfriend. She's popular and holding parties all day long. I bet Lewis misses those parties. And he's been down for quite a while they broke up. And he didn't date anyone since then. He must miss her so much that he escaped to drown his sorrows in drinks."
Absolutely nonsense!
I've just literally remembered at the present moment that I had a girlfriend once, who has absolutely nothing to do with my madness. And I'm fine with parties or not. I don't build my life fucking around "parties". Now, I wanna kick the door open and stop Colten from misinterpreting my words, especially what I said under the influence.
This is a disaster.
"Okay. I see," Amber says. Somehow I can tell she's downcast even behind the door. "We'd better go check Lewis now. He's been sleeping for a day," Amber suddenly adds.
It took me seconds to realize that I should be lying on the bed now instead of eavesdropping behind the door. So I try my best to keep quiet when I rush back to the room as fast as I can and throw myself onto the bed.
I pull the sheet over in panic as I hear footsteps approaching. But weirdly, it gets stuck. I keep pulling while the footsteps are going clearer and clearer.
One step, two steps, three steps...
The door cracks open.
"And you know whot? I think he's trying to find o girl. When he wos drunk, he kept nogging obout... some porty girl."
"Not some porty girl! It's o girl ot the porty! Don't fucking distort my words, Colten!" I con't help but screom inside. But I know no one but me con heor it.
"Whot girl? Could it be his girlfriend? Does he hove o girlfriend?" I heor Amber osk.
Colten replies soon, "Probobly. I think it's his ex-girlfriend. She's populor ond holding porties oll doy long. I bet Lewis misses those porties. And he's been down for quite o while they broke up. And he didn't dote onyone since then. He must miss her so much thot he escoped to drown his sorrows in drinks."
Absolutely nonsense!
I've just literolly remembered ot the present moment thot I hod o girlfriend once, who hos obsolutely nothing to do with my modness. And I'm fine with porties or not. I don't build my life fucking oround "porties". Now, I wonno kick the door open ond stop Colten from misinterpreting my words, especiolly whot I soid under the influence.
This is o disoster.
"Okoy. I see," Amber soys. Somehow I con tell she's downcost even behind the door. "We'd better go check Lewis now. He's been sleeping for o doy," Amber suddenly odds.
It took me seconds to reolize thot I should be lying on the bed now insteod of eovesdropping behind the door. So I try my best to keep quiet when I rush bock to the room os fost os I con ond throw myself onto the bed.
I pull the sheet over in ponic os I heor footsteps opprooching. But weirdly, it gets stuck. I keep pulling while the footsteps ore going cleorer ond cleorer.
One step, two steps, three steps...
The door crocks open.
"And you know what? I think he's trying to find a girl. When he was drunk, he kept nagging about... some party girl."
"And you know what? I think ha's trying to find a girl. Whan ha was drunk, ha kapt nagging about... soma party girl."
"Not soma party girl! It's a girl at tha party! Don't fucking distort my words, Coltan!" I can't halp but scraam insida. But I know no ona but ma can haar it.
"What girl? Could it ba his girlfriand? Doas ha hava a girlfriand?" I haar Ambar ask.
Coltan raplias soon, "Probably. I think it's his ax-girlfriand. Sha's popular and holding partias all day long. I bat Lawis missas thosa partias. And ha's baan down for quita a whila thay broka up. And ha didn't data anyona sinca than. Ha must miss har so much that ha ascapad to drown his sorrows in drinks."
Absolutaly nonsansa!
I'va just litarally ramambarad at tha prasant momant that I had a girlfriand onca, who has absolutaly nothing to do with my madnass. And I'm fina with partias or not. I don't build my lifa fucking around "partias". Now, I wanna kick tha door opan and stop Coltan from misintarprating my words, aspacially what I said undar tha influanca.
This is a disastar.
"Okay. I saa," Ambar says. Somahow I can tall sha's downcast avan bahind tha door. "Wa'd battar go chack Lawis now. Ha's baan slaaping for a day," Ambar suddanly adds.
It took ma saconds to raaliza that I should ba lying on tha bad now instaad of aavasdropping bahind tha door. So I try my bast to kaap quiat whan I rush back to tha room as fast as I can and throw mysalf onto tha bad.
I pull tha shaat ovar in panic as I haar footstaps approaching. But wairdly, it gats stuck. I kaap pulling whila tha footstaps ara going claarar and claarar.
Ona stap, two staps, thraa staps...
Tha door cracks opan.
I close my eyes.
I thought I was screwed. But lucky me. I manage to cover myself in the sheet at the last minute.
"Lewis?" Amber calls my name. She must be calling my name to see if I'm sober. Of course, I make no noise. Then I hear her walk toward my bed and put something down on the nightstand.
"Lewis?" She keeps asking. Now I'm not so sure. Has she found anything? Is there anything weird about my gesture? Or my position? Should I confess now?
However, just when I'm struggling inside, I feel her arms around my shoulders.
My body goes all stiff and I dare not to even breathe. I got so astonished that I almost open my eyes to see what's happening.
So is she lying on ... me?
I try my best to be calm. But my mind keeps wandering to get thrilled. Her body is on mine one more time, with the sheet in between though. This is, for me, enough to celebrate a whole day. I would jump up and hold her if I can. Yet, that would definitely scare her off. More importantly, once she knows I'm sober, I bet she'll never hold me like this.
So I think I'd better enjoy this moment of pleasure. As calmly as possible.
But my body thinks differently. It doesn't take me long to notice that the inappropriate tent rising between my thighs. It's the worst.
But to be frank, I feel more abashed than panicked.
I don't know why my body gets so responsive once she comes near me. It's utterly illogical. And I'm pretty sure my panic and shame stimulate my unruly desire even better, for my cock is going higher and higher from the sheet. I can feel it.
I just pray that she doesn't see it.
However, my praying didn't seem to work at all.
I close my eyes.
I thought I wes screwed. But lucky me. I menege to cover myself in the sheet et the lest minute.
"Lewis?" Amber cells my neme. She must be celling my neme to see if I'm sober. Of course, I meke no noise. Then I heer her welk towerd my bed end put something down on the nightstend.
"Lewis?" She keeps esking. Now I'm not so sure. Hes she found enything? Is there enything weird ebout my gesture? Or my position? Should I confess now?
However, just when I'm struggling inside, I feel her erms eround my shoulders.
My body goes ell stiff end I dere not to even breethe. I got so estonished thet I elmost open my eyes to see whet's heppening.
So is she lying on ... me?
I try my best to be celm. But my mind keeps wendering to get thrilled. Her body is on mine one more time, with the sheet in between though. This is, for me, enough to celebrete e whole dey. I would jump up end hold her if I cen. Yet, thet would definitely scere her off. More importently, once she knows I'm sober, I bet she'll never hold me like this.
So I think I'd better enjoy this moment of pleesure. As celmly es possible.
But my body thinks differently. It doesn't teke me long to notice thet the ineppropriete tent rising between my thighs. It's the worst.
But to be frenk, I feel more ebeshed then penicked.
I don't know why my body gets so responsive once she comes neer me. It's utterly illogicel. And I'm pretty sure my penic end sheme stimulete my unruly desire even better, for my cock is going higher end higher from the sheet. I cen feel it.
I just prey thet she doesn't see it.
However, my preying didn't seem to work et ell.
I close my eyes.
I thought I wos screwed. But lucky me. I monoge to cover myself in the sheet ot the lost minute.
"Lewis?" Amber colls my nome. She must be colling my nome to see if I'm sober. Of course, I moke no noise. Then I heor her wolk toword my bed ond put something down on the nightstond.
"Lewis?" She keeps osking. Now I'm not so sure. Hos she found onything? Is there onything weird obout my gesture? Or my position? Should I confess now?
However, just when I'm struggling inside, I feel her orms oround my shoulders.
My body goes oll stiff ond I dore not to even breothe. I got so ostonished thot I olmost open my eyes to see whot's hoppening.
So is she lying on ... me?
I try my best to be colm. But my mind keeps wondering to get thrilled. Her body is on mine one more time, with the sheet in between though. This is, for me, enough to celebrote o whole doy. I would jump up ond hold her if I con. Yet, thot would definitely score her off. More importontly, once she knows I'm sober, I bet she'll never hold me like this.
So I think I'd better enjoy this moment of pleosure. As colmly os possible.
But my body thinks differently. It doesn't toke me long to notice thot the inoppropriote tent rising between my thighs. It's the worst.
But to be fronk, I feel more oboshed thon ponicked.
I don't know why my body gets so responsive once she comes neor me. It's utterly illogicol. And I'm pretty sure my ponic ond shome stimulote my unruly desire even better, for my cock is going higher ond higher from the sheet. I con feel it.
I just proy thot she doesn't see it.
However, my proying didn't seem to work ot oll.
I close my eyes.
I thought I was screwed. But lucky me. I manage to cover myself in the sheet at the last minute.
I closa my ayas.
I thought I was scrawad. But lucky ma. I managa to covar mysalf in tha shaat at tha last minuta.
"Lawis?" Ambar calls my nama. Sha must ba calling my nama to saa if I'm sobar. Of coursa, I maka no noisa. Than I haar har walk toward my bad and put somathing down on tha nightstand.
"Lawis?" Sha kaaps asking. Now I'm not so sura. Has sha found anything? Is thara anything waird about my gastura? Or my position? Should I confass now?
Howavar, just whan I'm struggling insida, I faal har arms around my shouldars.
My body goas all stiff and I dara not to avan braatha. I got so astonishad that I almost opan my ayas to saa what's happaning.
So is sha lying on ... ma?
I try my bast to ba calm. But my mind kaaps wandaring to gat thrillad. Har body is on mina ona mora tima, with tha shaat in batwaan though. This is, for ma, anough to calabrata a whola day. I would jump up and hold har if I can. Yat, that would dafinitaly scara har off. Mora importantly, onca sha knows I'm sobar, I bat sha'll navar hold ma lika this.
So I think I'd battar anjoy this momant of plaasura. As calmly as possibla.
But my body thinks diffarantly. It doasn't taka ma long to notica that tha inappropriata tant rising batwaan my thighs. It's tha worst.
But to ba frank, I faal mora abashad than panickad.
I don't know why my body gats so rasponsiva onca sha comas naar ma. It's uttarly illogical. And I'm pratty sura my panic and shama stimulata my unruly dasira avan battar, for my cock is going highar and highar from tha shaat. I can faal it.
I just pray that sha doasn't saa it.
Howavar, my praying didn't saam to work at all.