When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)(30)
“Instead I slept up here with you, which was much safer for me how?” I attempt a joke. At least I thought I was joking. A small part of me doubted how safe I was alone with someone like him. Craig’s face drops at my obvious disapproval at my actions from last night. Maybe that was a bit too harsh. I don’t know anything about Craig. I have no right to jump to conclusions at the type of person he is when I don’t know firsthand.
“You’ll be happy to know that I was a complete gentleman and that was extremely difficult for me.”
“I’m sure it was. Nothing happened between us?” I asked again embarrassed that I can’t even remember getting up to his room.
“Oh no, I just said we didn’t have sex. We kissed,” Craig explains with an excitement in his eyes. “A lot. Don’t sound too upset. We can jump back into this bed and finish what we started if you’d like.” I didn’t mean to, but I bit down on my lip and Craig’s eyes burned into my skin with a sinful afterthought. “You know, biting down on that little lip of yours is exactly what got us into this little predicament to begin with.”
Craig is flirtatious and I’m not sure what to do about him. Last night is a complete blur. I can’t believe I had my first kiss and I don’t even remember it. I need to find Violet and maybe she could fill in the missing pieces of my night. She’ll find the humor in the situation with a lot of laughter and accusing eyes.
“Did Violet stay here last night?” I ask turning to open the door, attempting my best at a subject change from his proposition.
“Last time I saw her she was curled up in Dan’s lap. I’m going to take a wild guess and say that they are probably sleeping on the back deck.” Craig stands from the bed letting the blanket fall to the floor. He opens the door further and gestures for me to follow him out. “I can help you find her.”
I blush at the sight of seeing Craig standing in the hallway shutting his bedroom door. It’s not secret he’s gorgeous with his dirty blonde hair that looks way too perfect this early in the morning and perfectly tanned skin. When he turns to look at me his deep blue eyes make me lose my balance. I stumble into a decorative table that has a large gold mirror hanging above it. I look up at my reflection to get a reprieve from his knowing glances. I’m greeted by something that shouldn’t be seen by any one of the opposite sex. I look like a complete train wreck.
“Holy crap! I look like…” I attempt to brush down my hair and rub out the remainder of my eye makeup with my fingers that has smeared under my eyelids. Craig comes up behind me and brushes my hair to one side exposing my neck.
“You look just fine to me,” he whispers in my ear. I hadn’t even noticed he has walked up behind me. Now I am too well aware of how close his chest is pressing into my back from the heat of his bare chest creeping through my dress. I tense up and he lets out a small laugh knowing exactly what he’s doing to me. “Now let’s go find that friend of yours.” Craig smacks me on the butt making me jump.
I let Craig walk in front of me. The view isn’t bad from back here by the way. I have to keep reminding myself that whatever happened was never going to happen again. Once we make it down the stairs we are greeted by the horrible stale smell of alcohol. There are red cups scattered on every flat surface in the house. Girls are passed out in chairs with half of the clothes disheveled. A girl even managed to pass out blocking the front door.
“Is it always like this?” I step over a body that belongs to the football player that confronted Graham the other day in the hallway. Deacon, I think his name is. I debate on kicking him in the stomach, but fight back the urge. Not exactly the way to make friends.
“I don’t know. Maybe you’ll come back to find out,” he looks back at me and smiles. God he has an amazing smile. How have I never noticed it? I shake the thought from my head. It only takes a quick second to remind myself that I don’t belong with these people.
“Maybe, but let’s find Violet. I’m sure her parents are freaking out,” I lied. They probably didn’t even notice we hadn’t come back last night. I just need out of Craig’s knowing stares. He’s looking at me like he’s seen me naked.
Craig walks out onto the back porch. I’m only a few steps away and that’s when I understood the expression on his face. Violet’s laying in one of the lawn chairs naked from the waist down wearing nothing but Dan’s flannel shirt. Luckily she must have decided to put her underwear back on at some point or else we all would have gotten a free show.
“Wake up slut,” I kick her chair. Craig stifles a laugh and I glare back at him. I can’t stop myself from laughing when I see his face though. He’s truly losing it. His laugh is the kind that’s contagious. You can’t help the good mood it puts you in.
Violet blocks the sun from her eyes quickly. “Slut? Bitch, I’m not the one who slept in Craig’s bed last night. Did he put the wood to you good?” Violet opens her eyes fully as she speaks and looks at the both of us standing above her. “I mean look at him. That’s not fair. He probably has a big dick. Am I right? You have a huge dick don’t you because none of the rest of you would make sense if you didn’t. The world would seem unfair if you were only packing a smoky link instead of the kielbasa I’m sure is under those gym shorts.”
“Before you start cracking insults at your best friend you might want to look down at yourself,” Craig intervenes trying not to laugh at her obvious fascination with his kielbasa. I wink at him in thanks for jumping to my defense against a very naked Violet. I’m surprised by the boldness of the gesture. It’s clearly unlike me. I’m more of a gentle wave head nod kind of girl. Violet glides her hands down her body and sits up a little bit straighter realizing what Craig’s talking about.