The sun comes pouringin through the open blinds and I groan, rolling over. Any attempt to go back to sleep would be futile, though, since I’m wide awake with a very full bladder. Looking to my right, Courtney is still fast asleep and snoring. As gently as possible, I untangle her legs from me and exit the room, in search of the bathroom.
I have no idea what time it is, but it has to be early. It doesn’t sound like anyone else is moving around the house yet.
I take a piss and wash my hands, heading downstairs in desperate need of water. This is my first time coming to Branson’s house, but it’s easy enough finding the glasses in the kitchen.
Chugging a glass of water, I immediately refill it. As I’m about to chug the second one, Branson walks into the kitchen.
Fuck.
Of fucking course he’s up early. Why wouldn’t he be?
His sleepy eyes widen for a fraction of a second when he sees me, but that reaction is quickly replaced with a slight smirk.
How annoying.
“What’s up, bro? Sleep okay?”
Is he going to pretend last night didn’t happen? I am more than okay with that.
Wait… does he not remember it?
I have no idea how much he had to drink last night, so that’s easily a possibility.
Fuck, I can only hope he doesn’t remember.
“Yup, slept like a log. That bed is actually really comfortable, man.”
He comes up next to me to fill up a glass of water and chugs the whole thing in one go. We are apparently both parched this morning.
The tension in the room is thick. My heart is pounding so loud, he can probably hear it.
What the fuck is going on? So what? I saw him fucking someone.
Big deal.
Like I haven’t walked in on my friends having sex before. Why is this any different?
It’s not, so get it together, Luca.
“Listen, about last night…” he says, as if hearing my panicked thoughts.
“Yeah, we don’t need to discuss it. I should have knocked. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again,” I all but shout at him in a hurry.
“No, I should’ve locked my door. Didn’t think anyone would be coming upstairs. You have nothing to be sorry for. Let’s just… forget about it, yeah?”
“That would be perfect.” I laugh and drink more water. Clearly, water is my avoidance tool this morning.
“Alright, sweet. Go wake everyone up, and I’ll get started on breakfast. French toast okay?”
I nod my head and throw two thumbs up as I leave the kitchen, more than okay with forgetting last night ever happened.