Placing her further back on my bed, I laid her head on a pillow and pulled both feet up, covering her body with the blankets. She settled in, almost asleep already.
“Your bed is so comfy,” she whispered into the pillow.
Yep, it was a comfy bed.
And now Charlotte would have it all to herself tonight.
There was no way I was moving forward with doing anything with her in this state, so I sat back against my headboard and took out my phone. After playing a few games of solitaire, I heard only soft breathing and an occasional snore come from her. Once I moved my garbage can to the bedside and putthe bathroom light on, I grabbed my extra pillow and walked downstairs.
The couch was calling my name.
As I entered the living room, I realized I wasn’t alone. The kitchen light was on and the microwave was running. My only hope was that it wasn’ther.
But of course it was.
I wanted to ignore her. I wanted to keep my eyes on the couch only. However, as I reached for the blanket on the back of the cushions, my eyes betrayed me. They looked right at her, and she was staring right back. Though what I saw surprised me.
There were no daggers, no sneers.
Instead, her look was inquisitive, almost, might I say, tender. But as quick as I saw it, she shielded that shit up.
“What are you doing down here?”
It was not an unexpected question. She wasn’t mean, and that’s what was unexpected. She stood on the other side of the island, her waist barely visible over it, she was so tiny. My eyes drifted to the tank she wore and how it barely contained her full breasts.
“She, uh…” Suddenly I was embarrassed to tell her what had happened. But I wasn’t about to lie. “She had too much to drink, so she’s sleeping it off in my bed.”
Throwing my pillow on the couch, I made myself as comfortable as I could. Only then did I realize it was far from a normal sized couch, and my feet hung off the end.
Ava worked her way over to me, a bowl of popcorn in her hands. She stood at my feet, a smirk on her lips as she stared down at me.
“You don’t fit, Tank.” Her laugh was genuine as she kicked at my socked foot. “That’s gonna make for a long night. Why not sleep with her in your own bed?”
I was working to get the thin blanket over my body, only to realize it was a tiny throw that only covered me from shoulders to hips. It was gonna be a long night.
Ava left without another word, her steps quiet on the stairs.
Staring at the ceiling, I thought back on my night and decided bringing a girl home wasn’t my best decision. The reaction I got from Ava was what I was aiming for, but that wasn’t fair to Charlotte.
Then I heard padded footsteps approaching again. Lifting my head from my pillow, it was Ava, headed my way, lugging a huge fluffy blanket in her arms. Not only did she bring it to me, but she placed it over me as well. Again, no words before she left.
But I didn’t think any words were needed.
CHAPTER 11
Ava
It was quite refreshing waking up on a Sunday morning…not hungover. When we all talked the other day about supporting Logan on his first night out and not drinking, I wasn’t on board at first. My feeling was he had to learn to live in a world full of alcohol and people who drank. The more I thought about it and realized he was depending on us as his support system, I saw the value in that.
But it didn’t mean I had to be a total princess while supporting his sobriety.
“Ava?” the voice next to me said.
“Yeah?”
“You’ve been in la-la land, I’ve been talking to you,” Macie said. More like whined.
We’d gone out for breakfast since we were both up early. Another bonus to not drinking. We sat at a small corner table waiting for our order to be called. It was a small café where you ordered your food yourself and picked it up at the counter, but it was so delicious.
