I’m starving and I didn’t get much sleep.
Worth it.
Last night was incredible. Best sex of my life, in fact. Not to brag or whatever, but that’s saying something because I’ve had my share of hookups.
It was different with Quinn though. She was so damn responsive, her appetite ravenous. Best of all, not one thing went wrong.
At least, not until I woke up and found her side of the bed empty.
Talk about a kick in the nuts. I didn’t even hear her slip out.
Did she wake up with regrets?
Not possible.
Quinn enjoyed her time in my bed. Her actions, her words, are proof enough.
So why did she sneak out like a thief in the night?
Probably because some asshole made it clear he didn’t do strings, including morning afters.
“What’d I tell you?” Parker smirks at me from the kitchen table where he’s nursing a glass of OJ. “Our boy can’t resist the smell of frying meat.”
I ignore him and pour myself a glass of juice from the bottle on the counter.
Vaughn’s busy at the stove, scrambling eggs, and Reid is playing sous chef, chopping fruit right next to him. They both turn, giving me curious stares.
“What?” It’s not unusual for us to have breakfast together, but they’re all giving off weird vibes and I’m too tired to play guessing games this morning.
“Now the real fun begins.” Parker rubs his hands together like an old school villain. “Where should we start?”
I empty my glass in three long gulps. “As usual, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Though I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have my suspicions. That they’re all up so early after a night out isn’t what you’d call typical. Especially on a bye week. We don’t get a lot of opportunities to sleep in during the season, and they’re never wasted.
“Come on, man. Don’t keep us in suspense.” Parker rocks his chair backward, balancing on two legs. “We know you had a sleepover with the dunk tank girl.”
So much for hooking up on the DL.
It’s only a big deal if you make it a big deal.
I grab some plates from the cabinet and set the table. “So?”
Reid and Vaughn exchange a look, but say nothing as they carry food to the table.
“So,” Parker says, dragging the word out. “Cooper DeLaurentis doesn’t do sleepovers.”
I shrug. He’s right, but it’s not like I can explain the situation. I’m not even sure I understand it.
“Just tell me one thing,” he presses. “What exactly does a Cooper DeLaurentis sleepover include? Was there snuggling? Did you whisper sweet nothings in her ear?”
I shoot him a dark look and raise my middle finger. “I don’t kiss and tell, asshole.”
True, but I’m also kind of freaked out. I’ve never had a girl sleep over before. I hadn’t planned for Quinn to stay over either. One thing led to another and it just sort of happened.
Not that I’m complaining.
Hell, I was hoping for morning sex.
