"Did you happen to grab my phone from Cora's car?"
"No, sorry," he answered, leaving the doorway and walking over to the dresser. He grabbed his phone, putting it to his ear. "Yo, we need Daisy's shit and phone. Ask Cora if she knows where it's at." Tapping the screen, he ended the call and walked back to the bed, throwing it down on his nightstand. "I just left Lane a message but they are probably still passed out," he looked over at me. "Which is exactly what we should be doing since it's eight in the fucking morning and we were up all night. We'll get your stuff when he calls back but for now get your ass back in bed." He crawled back under the covers, covering the bottom half of his body.
He must have still been drunk from last night if he thought I was getting back into that bed with him after what had just happened. I was terrified my body would betray me again and I would rape him in my sleep or something. Lack of affection is bad for a girl.
"Look, I'm sorry," he said, noticing my immobile body. "You were rubbing that hot little body all over me. I'm a guy, of course I am going to react."
I stood there staring at the floor, pondering the few options I had. Going home and having to explain why I didn't have my phone or bag was out of the question. I massaged my fingers through my hair at the feeling of my brain expanding through my skull and let out a deep yawn.
"Do you have a guestroom or anything?" Problem solved. I could get a few more hours of sleep in a half naked Keegan-less bed while we waited for Cora to call us back.
"Seriously?" He asked incredibly, propping his elbow down on his pillow to hold his head. "Get in the damn bed. I'm tired and Theo will lay between the two of us to make sure there are no wondering hands." Theo barked once in affirmation, peering up at me and jumping back on the bed. His head fell down on the pillow next to Keegan. "It's early and neither one of us have gotten any sleep."
Sighing, I walked back around the bed hesitantly, watching Keegan smile in his victory. Creeping in under the sheets, I wrapped the warm blanket around my body before drifting back into a deep sleep.
“KEEGAN,” I whispered, shaking him in order to get his attention but he continued to snore. I was going to murder whoever kept calling. I studied him sleeping, his arm was covering his eyes and giving me a full view of his bare chest. The words, ‘still I rise,’ were scrawled across his chest.
The phone rang again, causing me to shake him once more, but still getting nothing. “Keegan!” I finally screamed, losing every ounce of patience. He jumped up at the sound of his name.
“What?” He asked, eyeing me curiously.
I pointed to the ringing phone.
“Fuck,” he groaned, twisting around to answer it without looking at the caller. “What?” His scratchy voice asked the person on the other end. “Goodbye Piper.” He tossed the phone back on the table and looked back at me. Of course, Piper was blowing up his phone while I was laying in bed with her fuck buddy. “That chick drives me fucking nuts. Did you sleep better?”
“I guess.” I tucked my head under my clasped hands on the pillow and tried to look away from his body, but I couldn’t help myself when he lifted up to stretch again and the covers moved down.
His laughter filled the room and I quickly looked away from his body to his face.
“You like what you see?” Ignoring him, I rubbed the tiny fellow beside me. “I’ll take that as a yes. Damn, I like the way we woke up much better than this one.” His hands rolled into balls rubbing his sleepy eyes as I mentally rolled mine. Of course, he did.
"Don't hold your breath for that to be happening again," I warned, smacking his arm. The furry guy I was petting flipped over on his belly, begging for it to be scratched and I obliged. "So Theo is a pretty masculine dog you've got here."
I took in the critter rolling around beside me on his back. He couldn't have weighed more than eight pounds.
"Theo is actually my mom's Yorkie, but I take care of him when she's gone.” He gave the dog a tiny pat on the belly. “He may be a tiny squirt but he sees a badass Rottweiler when he looks in the mirror. Don’t ya boy?” I had to admit it was cute to see how affectionate he was towards the little guy. “He’s my little sidekick.”
"Oh geez, please don't corrupt the dog.”
"Theo is the perfect gentleman.” Theo lifted up on his legs to lick Keegan across the cheek.
"Come on," he pulled himself out of bed, holding his arm out to me. "Let's get you something to eat. It's lunch time and I'm pretty sure you puked out everything in your stomach last night." My stomach growled out at the mention of food, answering his question. I rolled out of the bed, ignoring his hand, and he shook his head at me.
"You know how to cook?" I asked, squinting my eyes at him.
"Hell yeah! I've been feeding myself for as long as I can remember." He picked up Theo in his arms. "Call me Chef Boy Keegan, baby." He walked out the door laughing and I followed him down the wide stairway.