“What?” His voice is scratchy against his throat, but something must connect in his head because he jackknifes up to sitting. “Why are you in my bed?” Connor’s tone is gruff, with an edge that would be sexy if it wasn’t for the detail that it’s him speaking.
We look at one another, horrified, then his eyes dip down, which causes my own attention to follow his line of sight.
I’m gripping the duvet around my body, but one glance and it appears I’m naked, proven when I lift the blanket slightly and confirm that I’m only wearing a thong… and he’s wearing nothing, which is why I slam the blanket back down into position, because I don’t need a reminder of his size even in downtime.
“What the hell did we do?” I begin to panic.
He scratches the back of his head. “I… did we?”
I shrug my shoulders and shriek, “We’re both pretty much naked!”
He has the audacity to half-smirk. “Got a glimpse, huh?”
I growl in frustration. “I vaguely remember last night, but I’m missing moments.” My eyes scan the room, and I see empty water bottles which causes me to knit my brows together. “Oh, gee, we were responsible and stayed hydrated,” I deflate with sarcasm.
“Relax.” His hand indicates to stay calm. “You would feel it if you decided to ride my pony again.”
Shaking my head, I choose to ignore his ridiculous comment and search for my phone that I hear vibrating. Luckily, it’s under my pillow.
I see Isla’s name on the screen and pick up, careful to bring the phone to my ear so the devil doesn’t hear.
“Hey, Isla,” I calmly greet her. “What the hell happened?” My voice does a 180, pitching higher at the end.
My friend laughs. “What do you mean? You’re the one not in our room. I was scared I needed to send out a search party. But then I remembered that you left the party with Mr. Nobody’s Eyes Shall Ever Land on You But His, so I knew you were safe.”
I glance over my shoulder and notice Connor doesn’t seem stressed by the fact we’re sharing a bed, with no recollection of events.
“I left the party with Connor?” That can’t be right.
“You two were doing shots. It seemed to loosen you two up, you were both even laughing about childhood memories at one point, certainly didn’t want to kill one another. When Shawn asked if you wanted to do a body shot, Connor threw you over his shoulder, you giggled, and you dared Connor that he wouldn’t carry you out to save you. It was kind of cute.”
I vaguely remember Connor carrying me out of the party and a dare… but that was when we were in an elevator. Oh no. Nope.
“You let me leave with him? I swear, I may be revoking your friend card,” I huff.
“Hey! I called you twenty minutes later, and you said that Connor was taking you to get your tattoo.” Strange. I have no new tattoos. “Then you sent me a text later saying not to wait up as you were having an unforgettable night.”
I try to remember. “I don’t recall any of that.”
“Well, I’m assuming that you and him…”
“Don’t even say it,” I grit out and feel Connor’s eyes on me.
“Okay, well, thought I’d check if you want to have breakfast?” Isla asks, and the thought of food just makes me want to heave or it’s the presence of the man behind me, I’m not sure.
I roll my eyes, and a long exhale escapes me. I reach for the bottle of water near the bed, and that’s when I notice something. It’s new,verynew.
“Uh, you go ahead. I’ll come to our room soon.” I manage to string a sentence together, end the call, and toss the phone to the side while my sight locks on my finger that’s sporting a diamond ring. A gorgeous, albeit new ring.
“Breakfast sounds good, I’m starving,” Connor casually mentions as he yawns and stretches his arms over his head like this is a daily occurrence.
My head turns sharply to stare at him full-on, and I hold up my hand. “What the hell is this?”
It catches him off guard, and his jaw goes slack, but only a croaky sound escapes him before he looks down and notices a band on his finger. “Oh, shit.”
My stomach drops, and a meltdown is fast approaching. “Tell me we didn’t,” I plead.
He gives me a sympathetic look. “I can’t.”
