“I know.”
“I hate you.”
“You don’t.”
“Okay, fine. I hate your face.”
He chuckled, and damn it, it was warm and real and kind. “You’ll feel better after some sleep.”
He helped me to my feet, guiding me to the bed. I kicked off my shoes with a dramatic sigh.
“You gonna tuck me in too?” I mumbled.
He didn’t say anything. Just grabbed a pillow and dropped it onto the floor.
“What are you doing?”
“Sleeping here. In case you get sick again.”
“That’s dumb,” I whispered, eyes already slipping shut. “You’re dumb.”
“You’re welcome.”
I woke up to sunlight slicing through the curtains and averyunsexy taste in my mouth. My head was pounding like someone was playing drums inside my skull. I sat up, groaning—and froze.
There was a body on the floor.
A familiar one.
Curly brown hair. Long limbs.
Matteo.
My heart slammed into my ribs like a battering ram.
“Oh my God.” I gasped, clutching the blankets to my chest even though I was fully dressed. “Did we?—?”
He stirred, eyes opening slowly. “You scream like a banshee.”
“What happened last night? Did we—did I—didyou?—”
“We didn’t,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “You puked. I held your hair. You fell asleep. I slept on the floor to make sure you didn’t choke or die or something.”
I stared at him, heat flooding my face. “Oh.”
He yawned. “Nice to know your first thought washookup panic.”
I threw a pillow at his face.
“Next time,” he muttered, catching it, “I’m letting you flirt with random people and puke intheirlap.”
“Next time,” I said, my voice hoarse, “I’m wearing noise-canceling headphones and pretending you don’t exist.”
He smirked, standing up and stretching. “You’re welcome, Princess.”
He stretched like a cat—an annoyingly smug, sleep-creased cat—arms high, shirt riding up just enough to flash skin I had no business noticing.
“Stop doing that,” I muttered, shielding my eyes with the blanket like a vampire seeing sunlight for the first time.
