She glowers at me, nostrils flaring. “Maddox, I swear if you lay one hand on her, I’ll fucking kill you.”
I roll my eyes. “Relax. I’m not going to do anything to her.”
“Where is she?”
I flip the camera, revealing Annalise twerking on the couch.
“See? She’s fine. She’s having her own little dance party.”
“What’s your address? I’m coming to get her.”
“No, you’re not,” I say firmly. “You’ve been drinking. You shouldn’t be driving right now. Enjoy your night. I’ll take care of her and bring her back in the morning.”
“I fucking hate you,” she snarls.
“The feeling is mutual.”
I hang up and look over to find Annalise slumped over on the couch, fighting to stay awake. Looks like the dance party is over.
Scooping her up, I carry her to my bedroom and gently lay her on the bed. After stripping down to my briefs, I climb in next to her. It’s been a long night and I don’t have the energy to walk to the guest room.
Annalise reaches over, tugging on my briefs. “Why aren’t you naked yet?”
Chuckling softly, I grab a pillow and place it between us. “Go to bed, Annalise.”
“I’m not”—she lets out a yawn—“sleepy… yet… I want you to fuck…” Her eyelids start drooping and she begins to doze off.
Turning to the side, I watch her chest rise and fall as she drifts off into a peaceful slumber. Her wild hair is spread all over the pillow, her makeup smudged, but she still looks so beautiful.
When morning comes, she’ll go back to hating me. I want to enjoy this moment while it lasts.
The next morning, I step out of the shower and find Annalise bent over the toilet, puking her guts out.
“Rough night?”
Her eyes go wide as she sucks in a sharp gasp. “What the hell am I doing here?”
“How much do you remember from last night?”
Pushing herself to her feet, she leans against the wall, scrubbing a hand down her face. “Not much. Everything’s a blur. I overdid it last night—had four, maybe five drinks?” She pauses, chewing on her bottom lip and rubbing the back of her neck. “And an edible…”
A laugh bubbles from my lips and I shake my head. “Geez. No wonder you were so fucked up.”
I catch her staring at me, her gaze lingering when it drops below my waist.
I clear my throat and she quickly looks away.
She wrinkles her nose and shields her eyes. “Can you please cover up?”
Cocking my head to the side, I smirk. “Why? It’s not like you haven’t seen it before.”
“Well, I don’t want to see it.” She folds her arms over her chest, rolling her eyes. “It’ll make me throw up again.”
Reaching over and snagging a towel off of the rack, I wrap it around myself. “You seemed to be enjoying it last night.”
Heat rises to her cheeks and her eyes go wide.
Taking a step closer, I place my hands on the wall, caging her in. “You were screaming my name over and over…”
