The warm body beside me shifts. “How’re you feeling?”
Holy hell. Sexy Kellin. With his rugged morning voice. In bed with me.
Kellin.
In. My. Bed.
From a well deep within my soul, I summon the energy to speak. “Like someone with a giant nutcracker mistook my headfor a walnut.” I lick my lips. I have the worst cottonmouth. “How did you know I was… Did we…?”
At his brief hesitation, I almost die of shame. “Way to make a guy feel special, Maeve.” He sets a strong hand on my back, tapping his fingers between my shoulder blades. “You don’t…remember it?”
“No. I mean, yes, I… It’s coming back to me.”
I roll over. My body performs the maneuver just fine, but my bowling ball of a head lags on some sort of a delay, so the motion dizzies me. When I think I can manage without throwing up, I crack one eye open and peer up at him. “Sorry.”
He shifts his naked body closer, and I can feel him, halfway hard, on my thigh.
The memory of our night together surges back in a hot wave. His mouth on mine, his hands on my breasts, his cock pushing deep inside me…
Desire pulses between my legs. The sensation tentacles out to my knees, my nipples, my neck. Heat spreads up my face and down my chest.
If not for the headache from hell, I’d love nothing better than to climb on top of this gorgeous man and go for round two.
If only. I can’t even seem to open my other eye, let alone convince the rest of my body to do as instructed.
“Hey.” Kellin brushes his fingers through my hair. “You know I’m just messing with you.”
He cups my cheek, and I lean into his palm, hoping the warm pressure will help banish the nausea currently assaulting me.
“I meant, how are you feeling after what happened in the stairwell yesterday?” His lips caress my forehead in the softest of kisses. “Are you okay?”
Oh, that.
I grimace. “I don’t think I was feeling anything until you just reminded me.” I nuzzle into his neck, mostly to protect my eyesfrom the offensive daylight peeking in through my curtains. I inhale Kellin’s intoxicating scent, wishing it could sustain me. “I’m okay. But I think I need water.”
I sit up and regret that choice immediately. Nausea whirls in my stomach, threatening to climb up my throat.
How humiliating. Truly the least sexy thing that’s ever happened to me. Particularly while naked.
But I’m not a quitter.
Carefully climbing out of bed, I search for the nearest bundle of clothes. Anything will do at this point.
The room sways. I stumble to my knees, my hand gripping the mattress.
Fuck.What the hell is wrong with me?
Kellin kneels down beside me, his hand on my back. “Let me help you. What do you need?”
I struggle to pinpoint the right words. “Water. A shower. Maybe a brain transplant.”
Kellin’s face pinches tight. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault I feel like crap.”
When his expression doesn’t relax, my heart flutters. That’s so sweet. He must be worried about me. “Okay, I got you. Let’s take it slow.”
He hooks an arm around me, and we rise together, with him supporting my weight. Otherwise, I’m not going anywhere. Opening my eyes is awful and closing them is worse, so I relax my lids into slits and allow Kellin to guide me.
