"well hello, sleeping beauty. you fell asleep on me." - jason carver // @retrologists.
She couldn't remember how it all happened, which would have been concerning if she hadn't realized the familiar scent of Jason's cologne. He must have felt her stir awake, prompting him to speak in a manner that wouldn't startle her. Nothing could do such a thing, especially when she was with him. Everything was quiet, even peaceful. "G’morning, Prince Charming.” Chrissy sleepily murmured out, barely moving to look up from where her head was placed on his chest.
No one expected Chrissy to show up after they won the Championship Game, and she reckoned if she hadn’t, the boys wouldn’t be on their best behavior. At least, the best anyone could be after one too many drinks. Not straight as an arrow Chrissy Cunningham — she tried a little bit, and it was enough for her to decide right on the spot that beer was not going to be her drink any time soon.
Speaking of one too many drinks, she could clearly hear someone in the bathroom, and that’s when she sat up abruptly. “Oh no! Is that Lucas?” Chrissy questioned with wide eyes of the greatest concern. “Did you tell him to pack an extra set of clothes?” She couldn’t imagine letting Lucas go back home smelling of alcohol.
