With his head buzzing with thousands of thoughts, Wyatt felt Blaire's body also seem to squirm as she slowly opened her eyes, which quickly focused on the arm she had around his body and then on the fact that she was not completely alone in her bed.
Looking up, Wyatt quickly brought a finger to his mouth while making a sign for her not to scream or anything, because the last thing Wyatt wanted was for the noise to attract the other inhabitants of the house and for the situation to spiral out of control.
"What are you doing in my bed?" Blaire asked in whispers as she got up from the bed, letting out a sigh of relief upon seeing that she still had on the clothes she wore yesterday.
"At least we didn't do anything stupid," she said while also bringing her hand to her head after the sudden movement she made when getting out of bed.
Immediately after, she noticed the tequila bottle on the floor next to two shot glasses, which were still half full.
"Looks like we found the culprit for our hangover," Blaire said, picking up the bottle, which was nearly empty.
"Looks like it," said Wyatt, who also brought his hand to his head as he stood up, leaving it revealed that he had his entire upper body exposed.
"What time is it?" Blaire suddenly asked, checking the time on her alarm clock, seeing that it was 9 in the morning.
"Damn," Blaire couldn't help but curse, imagining her whole family down there in the living room.
To know how both ended up in that situation, we must return to what happened a few hours ago.
Flashback
Quickly, Blaire opened the front door of the house slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible, while Wyatt followed behind her, walking as slowly and deliberately as possible, not wanting to make any noise that would give away that he was in someone else's house.
Blaire went first, and upon going up the stairs, she immediately started looking to both sides before making a sign to Wyatt so he would know, who didn't delay in the slightest while both headed through a hallway.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps was heard on the floor, causing both to quickly panic, and before Wyatt could even react, he felt Blaire push him through the door next to him, which led them straight into a walk-in closet.
"Blaire, is that you, dear?" a voice said as a door opened, revealing a woman who poked her head out curiously upon hearing the sound of someone coming up the stairs.
"Aunt Suzy, what are you doing awake so late?" Blaire asked casually, leaning against the door in a relaxed posture, looking at the person in front of her.
"Oh, dear, I heard footsteps and I couldn't sleep knowing you were out there alone," Susan told her with a sweet smile as she stepped out and approached where her niece was.
"I wasn't alone, I went with some friends," Blaire responded to her, while inside she was praying that Aunt Susan wouldn't notice anything strange about her.
"And tell me, Blaire, how was the party?" Susan asked her, completely unaware of how anxious her niece was at that particular moment.
"You know, people dancing, alcohol, the usual," Blaire responded quickly, while Wyatt inside the closet held his breath, not wanting to make any noise that could alert the person outside that he was there.
"Oh, dear, that reminds me of when I used to go to parties; in fact, at one, I somehow ended up in New York barely remembering how I got there," Susan began to recount, getting lost for a moment in her own thoughts.
"Yes, very interesting, Aunt Suzy," Blaire said, knowing that if she stayed quiet without saying anything, her aunt could keep talking forever.
"But you know, I'm already really sleepy, so I think I'm going to bed," Blaire said, pretending to yawn and stretching her arms in a clear signal that she wanted to go to sleep.
"Oh, all right, dear, get some rest," Susan told her as she also returned to her room, from which the snores of her husband were coming, and closed the door while she saw Blaire waving goodbye with a smile.
As soon as he heard Aunt Susan's door close, Wyatt wasted no time coming out of the closet while following Blaire to what he assumed would be her bedroom.
"Come in," Blaire said, opening a door that led to one of the rooms in the house, which was located above what Wyatt guessed was the house's garage.
Entering the room, Wyatt couldn't help but scan the space he had walked into with his eyes.
The room's walls were decorated with several 90s rock bands, such as Nirvana and Pearl Jam, along with several photos and newspaper clippings talking about activism and protests.
Another door further back showed what would be the bathroom in the room, next to a desk with several books piled up.
"Catch," Blaire told him as she tossed him a cable and pointed her head toward an outlet on one of the room's walls, into which Wyatt wasted no time connecting his phone.
While the phone was charging, a silence filled with tension settled into the room without either of them saying a single word.
At one point, Blaire headed to her closet, and rummaging around a bit, managed to find what she was looking for. "Care for some?" she asked him, lifting the tequila bottle and some shot glasses she kept saved for emergencies or for when she needed a good drink.
"Why not?" Wyatt said, extending his hand and taking one of the glasses Blaire was holding in her hand, unable to avoid their hands brushing against each other.
Without saying a word, Blaire poured the two glasses, and the two started drinking shots until, little by little, the tension between them began to relax.
"And tell me, are you a Boston College student?" Wyatt asked her with curiosity, as he refilled the glasses again and Blaire drank it down in one gulp without hesitation.
The question was valid; after all, they had met at a Boston College fraternity party, which was the reason Wyatt assumed she was a student there.
"Close, I'm from Emerson College," Blaire responded to him, now that she was more relaxed with all the alcohol and had taken off the boots she was wearing.
"Then what were you doing at a Boston College party?" Wyatt asked her with curiosity in his voice, more relaxed now that the drinks had gone to his head.
"My friend was going out with one of the fraternity guys," Blaire responded to him, making a face as she remembered what had happened a few hours ago.
"Was it the guy who was harassing you guys?" was the next question Wyatt asked her, remembering the two guys and the reason they had ended up in Blaire's room drinking tequila on the carpeted floor of the bedroom.
"Yep," was the only thing Blaire said before taking another shot of tequila, not wanting to ever remember that asshole again. "My friend caught him kissing some slut," Blaire told him with venom in her voice.
"What an asshole," Wyatt said.
"Tell me about it, I was this close to punching him, but then someone with a hero complex decided it was his moment to step in," she told him with an amused smile, watching how Wyatt simply laughed just the same.
"You know, maybe that was a good thing," Wyatt told her, still with a wide smile spreading across his face.
"How so?" Blaire asked him, curious, while tilting her head slightly in a clear gesture of curiosity.
"Well, if that hadn't happened, I wouldn't be here with you," Wyatt told her, as a silence suddenly settled in the room.
There was a great tension between them, with Wyatt looking into Blaire's hypnotic blue eyes, and then his gaze settled on her lips—something Blaire noticed.
Before Wyatt could even lean in or make any movement, he felt his mouth invaded by Blaire, who had leaned toward him, her lips crashing against his.
Taken by surprise, Wyatt was left momentarily with his mind blank, only to compose himself and place one of his hands on Blaire's face while reciprocating the kiss with the same intensity.
Both found themselves fighting for dominance with their tongues, neither willing to yield in the slightest, only separating once they ran out of oxygen.
Exhaling loudly, neither pulled their gaze away from the other for a single moment.
"Just so you know, I'm not having sex with you," Blaire told him immediately, staring into his eyes, making it clear she was completely serious.
"Works for me," Wyatt told her, while this time he returned to claim Blaire's mouth, continuing the kissing session they had started.
At one point, they simply ended up both lying on the bed staring at the ceiling, with a comfortable silence settled in the room.
"I think it's about time for me to go," Wyatt suddenly said, his voice breaking the comfortable silence that had settled in the room.
But contrary to what Wyatt expected, he hadn't gotten any response, so turning his head, he simply found that Blaire was already fast asleep on her side, her face inches from his.
Seeing her that way, Wyatt could notice how relaxed she looked at that moment, her breathing slow.
Without realizing it, Wyatt ended up admiring Blaire's face until, at one point, exhaustion overcame him and he ended up falling fast asleep next to her, leading them to the situation that was happening right now.
End of Flashback
"Okay, this is bad, damn it," Blaire said, pacing back and forth in the room, trying to look for any possible way out of this whole mess.
"Could you put something on to cover all that up?" Blaire finally asked, fixing her attention on Wyatt, who was still standing like a log in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do.
Seeing that he was still completely shirtless, Wyatt fumbled around for his shirt, finding it crumpled up in a ball on the floor next to the bed.
"Why the hell don't you have a shirt on in the first place?" Blaire said, looking suspiciously at Wyatt, who was finishing fastening the last button of his shirt.
"I get hot at night," Wyatt responded to her, thinking that he had probably taken it off half-asleep during the night.
Sighing to herself, Blaire felt a sharp headache from the situation she had gotten herself into in the first place.
Before she could even say anything else, the situation only got worse when someone knocked on the bedroom door.
"Hey, Blaire, you in there?" someone's voice was heard from the other side of the door, causing both individuals to share a look.
"I'm coming, John," Blaire said, while quickly gesturing to Wyatt, desperately pushing him in the direction of the closet and shutting the door quickly.
"Great," Wyatt couldn't help but think as Blaire slammed the closet door in his face and he ended up confined to a tiny space.
At that moment, Wyatt couldn't help but think about the trouble he was in once the team realized he was nowhere to be found.
At the Clemson Tigers Team Hotel
The situation was complete chaos as Laquon and the rest of the guys who had attended the party tried by all means to reach their friend, who had not shown up so far.
"Did he answer you?" Sammy asked with desperation in his voice toward Laquon, who looked worse than him and simply shook his head, since the number kept sending him straight to voicemail.
"Seriously, nobody knows where he went?" someone asked for the fifth time.
"I only remember that from one moment to the next, he left with three girls from the party," Sammy said, remembering when they mentioned to him that Wyatt had left.
"You don't think that...?" someone asked, thinking the worst while passing a finger across his neck, making his point clear.
"Don't even think it, man," Sammy thought, on the verge of despair, not wanting his head to go in that direction.
"I think we should tell Swinney," Laquon suddenly said, knowing that it had come to this and there was nothing else to do.
The question was, who would be the poor soul to deliver the news?
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