The thought never even crossed my mind until he said it and now, I feel like I could throw up.
Did she behave differently? Not that I can remember. Fuck, I don’t remember us even spending enough time apart for her to cheat on me.
I shake my head. “No. It’s not possible.”
But there were those few days she went away for her bachelorette.
Oh my God, it’s possible.
“Pull over,” I mutter quietly.
Thankfully, Noah hears me and pulls the truck over, slamming the breaks just in time for me to open the door and empty the contents of my stomach on the side of the road.
***
“Jesus fucking Christ, I’m dying.” A voice, that is definitely not female, groans beside me causing my eyes to open at an alarming speed.
I wince and squeeze them shut again.
“Ouch. What the fuck?” My own voice is hoarse and unrecognisable as I roll over in bed.
“Shhh. Turn the lights off, Killian.” The deep voice beside me says, a hand batting at me, and I shoot up into a sitting position.
I blink against the bright light streaming in through the windows, giving my eyes a moment to adjust before I turn and look at the intruder in my fucking bedroom.
“Noah, what the fuck?”
He mirrors my earlier movement, shooting up in the bed, his eyes slightly crazed as they fly around the room. “What?”
“Why the fuck are you in my bed?” I shout.
The fucker blinks at me, his brows furrowed in confusion. “What?”
I grit my teeth. “I said, why are you in my bed? And why do I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck full of whiskey?”
He groans, throwing himself back against the pillows -my pillows –and making himself comfortable again. “Because you drank your body weight in the stuff last night.”
Like an epic horror movie, the events from the night before come rushing back. The bar. The argument with Daisy out front. The ride home. Throwing up on the side of the road. It all becomes a bit hazy after that.
My stomach lurches and I swallow against the bile rising in my throat. Scrubbing a hand down my face, I shake the memories away and focus on the issue at hand. “That still doesn’t explain why you’re in my bed.”
“This ain’t your bed, man,” Noah grumbles into the pillow.
My frown is immediate.
I take stock of the room around me, my confusion growing as I take in the unfamiliar furniture. My eyes move to the bed. Dark sheets and pillows that are in factnotmine.
Holy shit, he’s right. This isn’t my room.
I take a seat on the edge of the bed and cup my head in my hands. “Fuck, I think I’m still drunk.”
A throaty chuckle sounds behind me. “I’m not surprised. You were college girl level wasted last night. You stumbled in here and asked if you could sleep with me.”
I scrub at my face and groan in mortification. “Fucking hell.”
“It’s okay, man. I’ll be your big spoon any time. Just gotta ask.”
“Fuck off, Noah,” I grumble as I stand, swaying slightly. I pause, giving myself a moment to gain my balance before I stalk out of his bedroom, his laugh following.
