Cut corners, and eventually they bite you in the ass…and I’m pretty sure mine just did.
So, that was the last of what I remembered.
Somehow, though, I ended up in a bed.I started to come to when the body I had thrown myself against started to move, but it wasn’t until the body moved and I could hear someone peeing in a nearby bathroom that I opened my eyes and looked around.
The bedroom was huge.I frowned.
Why was I in a bedroom?
Frantically, I looked down to reassure myself I was in my clothes.
I was.
Thank the good Lord.
Whathappenedthough?
I turned around and sat up, rubbing my hand over my face and then looked around the room for a clock.
Ten.
Shit!
Ten!
I was due to meet Rory and Conor like… now!
I scrambled out of the bed and looked around for shoes, spotting them tossed carelessly at the foot of the bed.I pulled myself to stand and just as I was about to slip my feet into my well-worn Birkenstock sandals that had been a gift…
Rory O’fucking-Gallagher came walking out of the bathroom.
Oh my God.
Oh my flipping God.
I spent the night in Rory O’Gallagher’s bed.
Ithrewmy body over his.Ok, just my leg, but oh my God, my legtouchedsomething on him!
I swallowed hard, staring at him as he stood in the doorway of what must have been the bathroom.He stood there, all hard body, messy reddish-brown hair, with a delicious morning shadow.
And smirking.
The ass.
“What,” he finally said.“No thank you?”
I snapped my head up to look at him from across the room.“For what?”Just like that, he had the ability to piss me off.
“Oh, I don’t know,” he said, leaning against the doorjamb with his arms crossed over his bare chest, and his legs crossed at the ankles.Everything about him just screamed cocky.
Over-confident.
Asshole.
“Saving your ass last night?”he finished.
I stood straight and started to chew on my thumbnail as I replayed the night prior.“I just remember coming back and sitting on the stoop when I realized you had locked up already,” I said, lifting my chin in the air.I wasn’t going to tell him I bawled my eyes out.
