(5) why I feel this way

I woke up before her the next morning, making her coffee and breakfast on a tray table for her to wake up to. Even sleeping drunk she looked pretty I put all the things next to her on the floor including her phone with the text she needed to read.

The least I could do for her after she made me live my dream was make her breakfast. I'm a quite kid living within my feelings is normal, my parents didn't think we were doing anything bad down in the cellar. They had full trust that I wouldn't overpower her or do anything to her like most strong and buff 17 year olds would. It also helped their trust to know I'd never brought a girl home to even attempt that type of thing on.

She woke up very hungover and surprised to see breakfast. She'd spilled alcohol on her shirt that last night so I'd left her one of mine to wear. It was on the smaller side which is why the second I put it on my chest ripped it. A hole was in the right side just under where her boobs would be. That's why I left her that shirt it would be the best fitting shirt even if it was big. She'd put the shirt on looking better then ever she seemed to like the smell, she couldn't stop sniffing the shirt I guess my Cologne lingered.

As I guessed she'd woken up and gone straight to her phone, she'd seen two texts one from her mother and one from me. She opened mine first it read,

"I don't know where your feelings stand. By the time you read this you'll be up and most likely hungover your sleeping now I believe passed out so I won't wake you I'll leave this text for you, you said some very powerful things last night things you wanted me to do to you and I'm not the kind of person to take advantage of a woman like that. I didn't know if you were just drunk wanting a good time so I told you no and you fell asleep. I told your parents you were sleeping over because i didn't want them to know you'd had a drink. I didn't want to do something last night that you or me would regret later on. So now that you're up and awake come tell me something."

She'd then check the text from her mom it read

" honey I know you slept over at Dereks house last night we need you to stay there for a little while because are having some problems with the house Derek's parents are completely ok with this and they've been so kind I hope you can return the favor while staying there."

I'd walked in to see her awake mouth open starting as I walked in shirtless. She had been blushing and finally looked down at the floor. She was embarrassed I could tell so I pushed my luck and sat next to her on the couch asking if she had read my text yet.

"Have you read my text yet?"

"Um.. yes I have and I just want to say I'm sorry I was drunk and you know what people say, drunk words are sober thoughts."

"Excuse me?"

"Um I mean I was saying what I thought I've noticed you for a while and thought that someone so amazing would not go from someone like me, you make me jitter everyday when you walk past me in school. I wish I could be with you and I kept it bottled up thinking you wouldn't like me and now me saying all this probably makes you like me less if you did at all."

"Umm.... I don't know why you would think I wouldn't like you, if you didn't already know I've been staring at you all day everyday wishing I would end up with you. When I'd stare at you I'd think of everything you said about me doing to you I fantasize to be honest. I was only going off what you looked like but getting to know you last made me love you even more."