Chapter 8. Breakfast

Brayden

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

No. Not yet.

I groan as I roll over and turn off my phone’s alarm on the nightstand. However, my hand stops in midair right afterwards and my eyes pop wide open.

I slowly scan my outstretched arm.

What happened last night? How did I get into bed? Wasn’t I sitting and eating a meal?

I quickly rake through my memories, but nothing comes to mind. Towards the end of the meal, everything goes blank.

Wait. Did I fall asleep while eating?

No. This can’t be happening to me.

I throw myself backwards onto the bed and kick my feet. Again, I halt everything in mid-kick.

Please tell me I’m wrong. This can’t be happening.

As I whisper a silent prayer to myself, I slowly lift up the sheets.

Shit. I’m not wrong. I’m only in my boxers.

I breathe a quick sigh of relief. For once, I decided to wear boxers instead of my usual girly panties. This would have been so much more embarrassing had Zack take