***Chapter Sixty-Seven***
Sunday morning, I found myself waking up very well-rested. Last night was quite wild for me. You see, after the initial sex, an hour later we both wanted to do more. Unfortunately, that meant going out to the store to get more condoms since I only had one, but once we did things went further than we expected. I'm not sure of how long we even stayed up. It was one helluva way to end whatever it was we had going on. Best night of my life.
Now, getting up Drew was nowhere to be found as per usual. He's always disappearing into thin air. No matter how late he stayed up, Drew was always the first one to wake up. I'm guessing he was a morning person. I wonder where he could've gone.
Sitting up, I tried to search for my phone to see if he texted. The only problem is it was nowhere to be found. Things got so hectic last night we were throwing things all over the place. We needed to do a lot of cleaning before Dillon got back. She would kill me if anything were a mess. That was something I wanted to avoid.
The door swung open as I slipped my sweatpants back on. Drew walked in with my favorite drink along with his matcha tea. It always made me laugh seeing him drink that. It clashed so much with his look, but he loved that damn drink. If he were any ordinary guy, it wouldn't be as funny. Drew is quite the opposite, making it such a sight for sore eyes.
Chuckling, he handed me my drink with a smile. "You always make fun of me with my drink," he laughs.
I gladly take my cup, smiling away. "It just doesn't fit you that's all," I laughed some more. "Is it even good?"
He sticks it out to me. "Why don't you see for yourself?"
Shrugging, my lips wrapped around his straw while taking a big sip. I didn't know how to feel about it at first. It felt weird in my mouth, but honestly, it wasn't half bad. You could see why he liked it so much. It's not something I'd order regularly but now and again wouldn't hurt. That also didn't change how ridiculous he looked drinking it. I'll never be used to seeing him with it and I see him drink it a lot.
"Alright, it's not bad," I admit. "Not my favorite though."
He rolled his eyes. "You're just a hater," he jokes before sitting down on the bed.
My tongue sticks out at him. "As if." I loved our banter.
Instead of continuing that, Drew decided to shift gears and get more serious. "Annabelle, don't be mad at me but it'll kill me if I don't ask." He warns.
Giggling, I nod my head in anticipation. "Okay I won't, what's up?"
He takes a breath before asking. "Are you...are you and Keegan a thing again?"
That took me by surprise. He must've thought that because of their rehearsal. I did hug up on Keegan as if we were a thing again. We weren't by any means, but anyone would get that impression by the way we were so close. As much as Keegan was great, my heart wasn't in it to try anything with him. He'd only get hurt in the process. Something I'm not going to do to him.
It did make me laugh that he was still his jealous self. We were supposed to be putting that behind us. He can't be jealous and only my friend. That'll never work out in any way. If we were going to focus on our friendship, we needed to omit these feelings of jealousy. It wasn't healthy for either of us.
I sat next to him with a shake of my head. "Unless you know something I don't then no we're not."
Relief washed over him, but he was still confused. "You guys were quite touchy a few days ago." He pressed.
I groaned, not wanting to say more. "It's because...Keegan has a lot to hold." It's true. He's so muscular.
That only made him more paranoid. "Oh, that's what you're into?" He raised a brow. "Do I need to become a juice head like Keegan?"
I laughed because I hadn't heard anyone say that in a long time. It's not that I specifically like guys of Keegan's caliber. It's just the truth. Keegan is very jacked and it's hard not to look at him in awe. Even wanting to not touch him is hard. You couple his body with his face, and it is a beautiful masterpiece. Any girl would be lucky to have him based on that alone. There's no doubt in my mind that Keegan didn't know what he was doing.
However, Drew is acting like he isn't as muscular as Keegan. The only difference is that Keegan willingly shows off his muscles. He's all about tight shirts and they always hug his biceps right. Drew is the opposite where his body is hidden underneath all those baggy clothes. There's also the fact that Drew is a lot slimmer than Keegan as well. Their body types weren't the same so it wouldn't have the same effect. Drew's body was just as well put together though once you see it.
"Drew, you act like you don't have a nice body as well," I complimented.
He gives me his classic smirk. "It's not like Keegan's," he keeps comparing them. "Damn, that guy is so smooth."
Laughing, I wrap my arms around him to embrace him in a hug. "Well, if you didn't wear so many baggy clothes people would notice it more."
"Yeah, that's never going to stop happening." He reassured me. "Though I'd make some changes for you," he licks his lips.
My cheeks flush at his words. We weren't supposed to be doing things like this anymore. It was going against everything we agreed to last night. After the sex, things were supposed to die down. No more sneaking, no more fooling around. We were only friends now without the benefits. The task was easier said than done but we had to stick to it. The only way to keep both of our hearts intact was to act like we never had a thing in the past. Looking at his face only made it more challenging. He was so stinking cute.
Shaking my head, I sighed trying to fight the urge to kiss him. "We aren't supposed to be doing this anymore," I whisper.
His eyes look down at my lips as well before looking back up at me. "I know but...I can't help myself." He admits. "My body craves you."
"Drew," I bit my lip.
"Okay, but I have one more request for you." This time he softly smiled.
My interest was piqued. "Another request?" I questioned.
He nods. "One you can't turn down," someone was confident. "Annabelle, can I take you on a date?"
My heartbeat in my chest faster than ever. Drew wanted to take me on a date. Like a real date not one of the outings went to before. It felt like I was dreaming just thinking about it. Where would he even take me? How were we going to pull this off with everyone coming back today? They would surely wonder where we were and what we were up to. Especially Julie since I doubt, she's sick anymore. This was a lot to take in.
As bad as it was, I couldn't deny the excitement building up inside of me. If I say yes, my schoolgirl fantasy will be complete. I got to talk to Drew, kiss Drew, and now go on a date? Everything I so desperately wanted back then was finally happening. He was right, this wasn't something I could turn down, but I couldn't say yes to this. That would be a death sentence.
My head shakes rapidly, afraid of the outcome. "Oh, no Drew. I can't...I want to...I can't." There was too much risk for this.
Drew never takes no for an answer. "But you want to, don't you?" He grabs my hand.
I gulped. "I...do," I speak slowly. "There's just so much risk."
He agreed, rubbing the top of my hand with his thumb. "I know but that's why I want to take you," he's adamant.
Though it didn't make much sense to me. "What? You want to take me on a date because of the risk factor?"
Drew chuckled. "Not because the date is risky but because our whole relationship is."
This guy was never afraid to do anything. He's gotten too comfortable sneaking around that he didn't want to give it up. It's nice to see that he wanted me just as badly. We were way over our heads with this situation. The sex only amplified those feelings. Dillon was right on that front. Crossing that line only made me want him more than ever. Going on a date was as harmless as it could be. At least we could hide that.
Still not understanding, I looked at him very puzzled. "You never make sense."
Drew snickers at my lack of understanding. "Annabelle, we can go back to being simply friends, if you could even call it that. All I'm asking is for a date to cap things off."
"Wasn't the sex enough?" I whined, so afraid of this backfiring.
He laughed. "That was amazing, but no. I want a date."
Taking a deep breath, I get this worried expression on my face. "One date. One!" I remind him.
His face lights up, impossible to contain his excitement. "That's my girl. Now let's cuddle!"
"What?"
Before I could refuse, Drew tackled me onto the bed with a swarm of kisses all over my face. My laugh couldn't be contained as I wrapped my arms around his neck to embrace him. The rest of our friends could be back any minute. He was taking this time to spend with me romantically until they came. It was still early in the morning, so we had plenty of time to kill. If it meant killing it in his arms, then I'm willing to do so. This may be the last chance I get to do that.