I can’t believe I broke my no kissing on the mouth rule for him. But I couldn’t help it. I got caught up in the moment. We were on stage while the entire crowd cheered for us to kiss.
I bite back a smile, my cheeks on fire as I replay that moment. It was perfect. Nick was perfect.
There’s a soft knock at my door. I gasp. Who the hell is in my apartment? Wait, did someone break in?
I scan my room for a weapon to use against the intruder, but come up empty. There’s nothing in my bedroom that I can defend myself with.
Heart pounding, I grab the empty glass of water, prepared to throw it at his face.
But then I hear Nick’s soft voice.
“You okay in there?”
I let out a relieved breath and set the glass back down. “Yeah.”
Hearing his voice triggers my fuzzy memory. I vaguely remember taking shots in the bathroom with Anna. Then walking beside Nick as he took me home. Him carrying me up the stairs and tucking me into bed.
He must have spent the night here.
A warm, fuzzy feeling blooms through my chest.
“Can I come in?” he asks.
“Yeah, of course.”
When he opens the door, I almost gasp again. Because oh my god, he lookssohandsome.
He’s not wearing his suit jacket or tie anymore, just his dress shirt and pants. The buttons at the top of his shirt are undone, and his sleeves are rolled up, showing off his forearms.
My mouth waters. They’re so thick and muscley. And veiny too.
He steps up over to me, and I look up at him. His dark hair is messy, and his eyes are a little puffy, like he just woke up.
He looks so damn yummy, I can barely take it.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
I swallow hard, fighting a smile. “I’m okay.”
“You have a headache?”
“Just a little one. It’s not too bad.” I’m surprised at how quickly my headache is fading. I guess the shock of seeing how good-looking Nick is first thing in the morning was the cure I didn’t know I needed.
“Do you feel like you’re gonna throw up?”
I shake my head and glance back at the empty glass of water. He did that.
“Thank you for the water and the Tylenol,” I say.
He sits down next to me. “Yeah, of course. I would have had you take that before you went to bed, but you were pretty tired.”
I groan softly. “How embarrassing was I?”
The corner of his mouth lifts in a sexy half-smile. “Not embarrassing at all. You’re really cute when you’re drunk. And sleepy.”
I start to laugh. “What did I do?”
“You suggested that we make out.”
