Because in that moment everything in me is screaming to toss that lime wedge aside and kiss the hell out of her.
“Fuck it.”
Chapter Seventeen
PRESLEY
A very naked-looking Hollis is in my bed.
No, wait. This isn’t my bed.
His bed, maybe? I haven’t quite figured out where I am right now or how I got here. I’ve only been awake for two minutes, and nothing makes sense.
Not a damn thing.
Especially the words that just came out of his mouth…
“What do you mean, you think we got married?”
That’s crazy.He’s crazy.
I look down at the ring on my finger.
“I mean exactly that, Pres. I think we got drunk off our asses last night and got married.”
I press my palm to my forehead. My head is throbbing. It feels like there is alcohol literally leaking out of my pores, and everything is so fucking hazy, but there’s no way I drank so much that I lost an entire day.
“Okay, let’s think,” I say as calmly as I can. “You said the last thing you remember was sightseeing? What about after that?”
“I don’t know.” He shakes his head. “I think we went to a bar?” He grips his head and grimaces in pain. I guess I’m not the only one with a headache.
Maybe we both need a little sustenance.
Scooting to the edge of the bed, I stop short. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?”
I glance down at the blankets covering me and feel a faint blush warming my cheeks. “I was going to order some food and coffee since we both look like we could use it. Plus, there’s Advil in my purse, but I, um…” I look down, hoping he’ll catch what I’m trying to convey.
“But what?”
“I don’t have any clothes on, Hollis!” I say in a fluster.
“You’re naked?” His voice jumps a whole damn octave, I swear. And why does he sound so shocked? He doesn’t look any less naked than I do.
“No,” I say. “But considering how skimpy my undergarments are, I might as well be.”
I hear him groan. “Did not need to know that.”
“Figured you already knew, given our current situation.”
“My memory isn’t exactly serving me any favors today, Pres,” he grumbles.
I feel the bed shift beside me, and I turn without even thinking. When I see Hollis getting up, I almost look away, but then I notice his black boxer briefs.
Oh, so he’s not naked either…
Confusion overwhelms me. “Did we—” I stop mid-sentence because he turns around to face me and…sweet baby Jesus.
