I woke up cuddled up in Lucas' arms. What! I shot up completely alarmed.

"Ow!" I yelped as my head banged against some invisible objects. But I was too worked up to bother.

I quickly scanned around and saw Luke with a bare chest. Oh no! Not good. Lifting the covers, I sighed in relief at the sight of clothes. Although there was something different. I was wearing Luke's shirt. I wasn't worried though. There had been countless times when I had been drunk dead and hurled all over myself or too uncomfortable in a party dress, so Lucas would change me and put me in one of his t shirts. They would be so large I would literally float in them. But thats what I loved to wear, especially because they smelled like him.

FLASHBACK

"Lukie! I'm tired." I whined. His mom was out of town. So that meant, it was time to have a little sleepover with my boyfriend.

His mom never had issues with us having sleepovers before. But ever since Luke and I started dating six months ago, things have been different. For all of us. I have been constantly afraid that Nathan would feel like a third wheel and walk away. I'm scared that this would ruin the most beautiful friendship that Luke and I share.

But where I am now is beautiful. And its good.

"Yeah baby girl?" He said as he came over to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I fondled with his hair. It felt tantalising as his hands went under my shirt and rubbing my flat stomach.

After a great night, just before we were about to go to bed, I went into his closet and grabbed one of his shirt. Wearing it, I inhaled the scent and whispered, "Perfect."

"Hey isn't that mine?" Luke asked the minute I walked out of his closet.

"Yeah why? I love your shirts! They are so big and comfy. And I like their scent. They smell like you. So wearing it is like getting a cosy hug from you." I explained with actions for emphasis.

"Its just that you look really cute in my shirt. I love you Pretty Girl." He grinned from ear to ear.

"And I love this shirt boyfriend!" I joked before jumping on the bed and cuddling with him.

END OF FLASHBACK

"Hey, you woke up." Luke sort of asked me in a sleepy stupor.

"Yeah. Thanks for taking care of me. I shouldn't have had those drinks. Sorry to bother you." I said cordially before getting out of the bed.

"Thats all you remember?" He asked me confused.

I just raised my eyebrows asking him what else was I supposed to know.

"Nothing. Why don't you take a shower while I make us breakfast?" He suggested.

No way, right? I shouldn't have been here in the first place. I shouldn't have touched those drinks in the first place. I shouldn't have been in Luke's shirts and really really liked the feeling of love and comfort in the first place.

"No thanks. I shouldn't even be here. I'm sorry to have bothered you. I shouldn't have had that much to drink. I'll be more careful." I spoke like a little school girl being reprimanded by her mom and making promises to behave.

"It's fine B. Somebody sent pictures of the party on a group and there was a video of Felix dancing with you. You looked wasted, and Felix is definitely not the guy to be around. So I came to get you." He shrugged like it was no big deal.

"You always have my back." I whispered. "Umm... where are my clothes from last night?"

"They are on that chair." He said pointing towards his study table. "You can take your shorts and keep my shirt if you want." I just blushed and nodded my head as I grabbed my shorts and quickly put them on.

"Brooke, your car is still at Theresa's. Let me drive you there." He offered genuinely.

"No, it's fine. I'll see you at school." And with that I grabbed all my things. I tied a knot at the bottom of the tee to make it look more like my size and not something four sizes larger.

I gave him a nod of appreciation and walked out of the side door. Once I was a couple blocks away, I went to the park and sat on the swing as I remembered all of last night. The crying and the nightmares and Lucas taking care of me as pangs of anxiety wrecked my body. I just shut my eyes to try and feel that security for even a trifle of a second.

But there was still one unresolved question. Was it right to lie to him and pretend that I didn't remember anything from the night? My best option was to just ignore it all, right?