Three

Three

Cally's POV

The soft heavy cotton yet relaxing was covering me from below my neck down my feet. I stretched my hands, yawned and opened my eyes, smiling, I stared at the half-opened window. The clear blue sky peeking on the curtain was beautiful. The scent of pine tress outside was very comforting.

I sniffed the air, my hands were still above my head when I realized something.

"I'm not in my house!" I panicked. I couldn't move and remembered that I fell and a guy caught me before I reached the floor.

"No!" I exclaimed and held the sheet covering me, I slid my head inside to check myself.

I sighed in relief when I found out that I wasn't naked.

I stood up and fixed the bed, I tried to check my bag and leave right away. But I couldn't find it.

"Where is it?" I groaned. I could just leave my bag and escape in this room but I needed my phone.

*Being at this place was a mistake.*  I thought.

I clicked my tongue and tried to look at the wardrobe, just in case the man hid it there, but I froze the moment I saw the mirror attached to it.

I wasn't naked but for my clothes... it's different.

I trembled as I tried to remember what just happened last night... but my head hurts a lot and I just couldn't remember anything after I blacked out.

Tears were about to fall in my eyes when the door creaked open. I quickly turned around and saw a tall man. He was wearing a white plain shirt and black shorts that were below his knees.

I scanned his face and was surprised to identify who he was.

"Nate?!" I whispered carelessly.

Even if he doesn't have an eyeglass, and he wasn't wearing some collared shirt anymore, I could still recognize him by his eyes, the beautiful eyes that he used to cover with eyeglasses.

"You know my name?" he was confused.

I pressed my lips and didn't know what to say.

"Uhmmm..." I stammered but I gave him a stern look when I remembered my clothes, "It doesn't matter if I know your name, the question is why am I here?"

He grinned and sat on the edge of the bed where I was a while ago.

"You don't remember?" he smirked.

I started to become nervous when he gave me that strange smirk.

I was afraid to ask but I need to know what happened after I passed out, "Don't smirk like that!" I tried to sound serious as I could. I didn't want to let him notice that I was actually panicking inside me.

"You really don't remember what we did last night?" he sharpened his eyes at me, grinning like he was trying to tease me or what?

I put my hands on my back, I felt sweats on my palm. Just hearing what he just said I couldn't forgive myself anymore. I should have not gone to that place in the first place. I should have not trusted Rose!

"What do you mean by that? What did we do last night?" I knew I've already sounded weak, I could feel my knees becoming like jelly.

He stared at me and stood up, he grinned while walking towards me. I stepped backwards and I was pinned on the wardrobe. I froze when he placed his hands on both sides of my head.

"What are you doing?" I asked, nervous.

He sighed, "Why did you kiss me?" he asked and my eyes widened in horror instantly.

"I... I... I... kissed you?" I couldn't believe I did that. But...

"Yes, you did, can't you remember?" he sounded serious and eagerly wanted an answer which informed me I really did kiss him.

"What have I done?" I felt embarrassed and numb!

I rolled my eyes down, I couldn't look at him after knowing what I've done, "I... I was drunk I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't mean to kiss you!" I explained and he pulled his hands away and I immediately took a long deep breath like I was finally freed from prison.

I placed my hand on my chest and clutched it on my shirt.

Tears streamed down my cheeks and asked, "Did something happen between us last night?"

"Hey, hey! Why are you crying?" he looked worried.

I glared at him and shouted, "What else for? I slept with someone I barely know! And..." I paused when I heard him chuckle.

I rolled my eyes, "What's funny?" I exclaimed.

He groaned as he sighed, "Nothing happen between us. I didn't even touch you! I'm just messing with you."

My eyebrows met and I got confused, "Then how come, I am wearing different clothes?" I raised a question.

"Believe me or not! I didn't touch you!" he said.

"You're not answering my question!" I exclaimed.

"Woah! Woah! Woah! Relax, it's my maid, not me! You were bathing in sweats last night that's why I told the maid to let you borrow some of her clothes and changed you since your drunk and you passed out!" he sounded like he was stating the truth which was somehow a relief for me.

"Okay, so the kiss? I didn't do that?" I asked.

He raised an eyebrow and said, "Of course, not. That truly happened and you have to pay for that!"

"What?! Listen, I'm sorry, but I was drunk!"

"But you stole my first kiss I earned for years, and you want me to just forget about that?!" he knotted his hands and stared at my eyes.

What the heck was he talking about? I stole his first kiss?!

"What do you mean?! I don't understand!"

He chuckled and groaned, "You kissed me on that rooftop, remember and then slapped me after!"

I was speechless when he mentioned the rooftop.

"So he recognized me too?!" I thought.

I wheezed, "You're driving me crazy! So this is not about last night! When you asked me earlier why I kissed you, you're talking about that night and nothing really happened last night?"

He nodded his head.

"Now, answer me? Why did you kiss me that night?"

I cleared my throat, he was staring at me for a long time, and I felt strange. I was inside a room with this handsome man staring at me! Asking a question like I committed a big sin!