“What the hell?”
My gaze goes to my own left hand. A matching band.
“What the fuck happened last night?” I shout.
“Do you not remember?”
“Would I be asking you if I knew?” I huff.
“I remember after the show we went to a few bars.”
“How many were a few?”
Declan steps back, pacing in front of me. I’m distracted by the hard muscles rippling as he stands there. Thick thighs, with a light dusting of hair, have black boxers clinging to them.
How have I never noticed how attractive my best friend is? I mean, yes, logically I know he is. But I’ve never let myselflook. No good would come from going down that road.
After the night we met, I spent all day with Declan, laughing and explaining my drunken thoughts to him. It solidified our friendship. I never wanted to do anything to mess it up.
Like get married?
“I remember you doing shots with Cash and that’s about it.”
“Ugh. I hate shots. Who made me do shots?”
That earns me a smile. “I’m pretty sure you wanted to do them.”
“Then I was definitely drunk. I don’t think I’ve done shots since…”
“The night we met?” Declan offers.
“Yeah.”
“So we did shots and then decided to get married?”
“I have no idea.” I shrug. “This is why I don’t drink this much.”
“Because you make bad decisions and marry your best friend?”
I cock a brow at him. “Yeah.”
“Can I point out two things without you freaking out on me?” Declan asks.
“I mean…maybe.”
That earns me a smile. “Fair. One—at least I’m not a stranger.” He holds up a single finger below flipping up a second. “And two, based on you still being fully clothed, at least we didn’t have sex.”
I blow out a breath. “I did think of that.”
I look down at my dress. Not the most comfortable thing to sleep in, but based on not remembering much of how we got to the hotel, I’d say it’s a positive I’m clothed at all.
“Not that I wouldn’t have rocked your world…”
I laugh. “So you think.”
“Hey. I take offense to that.”
I wave my hands in front of him. “This is not the conversation we need to be having right now.”
