The Babysitter

Did I Just Think That?

Chapter 11: (Aubrey's POV)- Did I Just Think That?

My phone dinged numerous times, pulling me out of my slumber. I fished around for it on the nightstand and finally found it. I opened my eyes, being blinded by the sun and the brightness of my phone. 

There were a bunch of texts from Violet and a text from my mom letting me know she's already gone back to work. 

She needs to take a day off, she could use a break. 

Then, I opened my chat with Vi. Big mistake. 

My phone began going crazy as soon as her messages began popping up and everything was glitching soon enough. I just stared at my screen monotonously as all the texts she sent loaded. I looked through them and they all consisted of freaking out and fangirling over Ace at the beach. 

Let me correct that, shirtless Ace. I did what anyone would do to piss their best friend off and just responded with: 

'K' 

Cruel. I know. 

I placed my phone back on the nightstand and stretched in my seat, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes before letting out a sigh. 

I leaned my head against the headboard while closing my eyes and just letting myself wake up when a door opening made me jump. I caught myself before I fell off the freaking bed and groaned under my breath before looking in front of me to see Xavier stepping out of his bathroom and into his room with grey joggers and no shirt as his hair was drenched, suggesting he just showered with a few droplets sprayed on his chest. 

My eyes widened and I turned my gaze down to my lap before getting caught off guard, again. 

He looked hot. 

Did I just think that? 

He snickered before speaking, "Oh, you're up," he stated the obvious. Well yeah, no shit Sherlock. 

"Yup. I'm up." I nodded awkwardly. Just staring at the blanket while my finger fiddled with nothing. 

"Your mom stopped by, just thought you should know." He sat down in front of me, making it even harder for me to keep my gaze away. 

"Oh. Did she say anything?" I questioned tying my hair as a distraction. 

"She dropped by a change of clothes for you for today," he informed me. 

"I'll call her and thank her, letting her know I got them." I nodded to myself before reaching out for my phone but he grabbed it before I could. 

"Look at me and then you can," he spoke, a taunting tone in his voice. 

"Why do I have to look at you to be able to call my mom?" I looked up but solely into his eyes. I can't let myself get distracted. 

He cleared his throat before continuing. "Because it's exactly what you're avoiding. I wonder why." He just keeps getting more and more cocky and arrogant, doesn't he?

"Xavier please, just give me my phone." I tried leaning forward to snatch it but he leaned back. Of course, he did, he's not dumb. 

"Try again," he laughed leaning further back and I leaned further forward. He propped his right hand on his side, holding him up while my phone was far out of my reach in his left. 

I leaned back, sighing in so-called defeat to catch him off guard. Before I knew it, I leaned forward and knocked his right hand off the bed, having him fall back. 

Now let me tell you what my plan was. It was for him to fall back and well, get distracted while I got my phone back. What happened was that he wrapped his left arm around me, not only getting my phone out of my reach and behind my back but also having me fall. Right on top of him.