I Say The Damndest Things When You're On Top Of Me/Christian 'CC' Coma'/Part Five/

Lana's POV

Searing pain shot through me as I stirred softly, barely able to raise my head from the pillow to determine where i'd passed out last night. Warmth slowly seeped from beside me, prompting me to blink slowly as I allowed my eyes time to adjust to the sunlight streaming in through the narrow slats in the blinds. The undignifed shape beside me sported a mop of jet black hair and olive skin that contrasted beautifully with the colour tone of the bed sheets. A soft groan emerged from beneath the duvet, causing me to reposition myself self-consciouslyas the tattoo sleeved arm that was slung over me began to grope around blindly.
"Woah there grabby!" I exclaimed sternly as I directed the hand away from my chest, looking for something distinguishable to identify my guest but finding nothing.
"Lana?" the voice addressing me though groggy and thick with sleep, answered my question.
"CC" I responded numbly as short bursts of last night's argument flashed before me vividly. "Did we...." I continued, feeling an awkward silence descend on us as I motioned to our current semi-naked states.
Moving suddenly became a lot more achievable.
"No marks so I guess not...I know what you like"
Even with my back turned it was impossible to hide the small smile creeping across my face. "Lana, look at me". I continued avoiding eye contact.
"I can't, i'm still mad at you" I reminded CC.
My voice betrayed the emotions I was trying to convey. I never could stay mad at him for long, the situation seemed ironic after all the times we'd deliberately picked fights with each other to spice things up. With him following behind me insistently, the walk to the lounge felt like a thousand miles as opposed to just a few minutes. Andy and Emma were curled around each other on the sofa, both Andy's arms cradling her protectively as she slept soundly against his chest. Surprising given the volume of Ashley's singing that drifted from underneath the bathroom door.
"Will banana cream pancakes and white chocolate peppermint mocha change your mind?" CC offered, his breath warm on my shoulder.
"Not completely but it would help" i couldn't resist smiling back as CC pulled his pants and shirt on.
His body and facewere usually obscured thickly with black paint though without reason because he really was quite stunning. His spanish ancestry shone through beautifully and I bit down on my lip unconsciously as I took in the soft grooves and contours of his biceps as he reached for his wallet.
"Don't start bitching about not wanting me to pay for breakfast, we haven't even finished this argument" CC was halfway towards the door before he even finished the sentence.
I mentally cussed him out for knowing me so well.
"Great you guys are up, Vegas here we come!"
Both CC and I jumped back slightly in fright at the fourfaces that peered in as he opened the door. Three were his friends Jinxx, Jake and Mattand the beautiful redhead was Jinxx's fiancee Sammi.
"Do I get any say in this? it is my birthday" I protested.
"Only if what you're gonna say is yes, now get packing we have to be at the airport in an hour".
I stayed where I was, adamant that I wasn't backing down over my decision not to go. Though with 8 to 1 I was greatly outnumbered, I could still win this thing right?