I cut through the open kitchen-living area on my way to the home gym, half hoping Tess would be there.
And then, like a dream, I saw her on the couch, a plate of cupcakes ignored in front of her because her head was tipped back and her hand was between her legs.
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Iflopped down on my fainting couch after I finished cleaning.
You should have just let him kiss you, the drunk part of me decided.
Drunk me very much would have liked to have spent the evening with Beck.
The problem?
Beck was also drunk.
And I did not want to wake up next to him just to see shock and horror on his face. I would literally melt on the floor from the awkwardness.
I changed out of my clothes then went back into the kitchen and opened the fridge. I had hidden my own personal container of cupcakes.
Since I couldn’t have sex, the next best thing was chocolate and wine. I opened Beck’s wine fridge.
“Wine makes everything better.”
Five chocolate cupcakes and two thirds of a bottle of wine later, and I realized that I had not in fact made everything better and was in fact dangerously close to making everything worse.
I tipsily took two more cupcakes and the rest of the wine to my bathroom and drew a bath because I didn’t have a bathtub in my mushroom apartment, and the room in Beck’s condo had a freestanding tub that I was going to live my best Julia Roberts life in.
Tess:Can you overdose on cupcakes?
Maeve:How many cupcakes did you eat?
Tess:A dozen?
Tess:They were small though.
I snapped a blurry picture and sent it to her.
Maeve:Those are not small cupcakes.
Tess:I made them with the special imported Belgian chocolate.
I slid into the bathwater and picked up my Kindle. While I read, I finished off the rest of my cupcakes and the wine. When the water started to cool, I stumbled into the bedroom and passed out facedown on top of the comforter. I thought I heard Beck and his sisters return, but it might have just been my dreams.
Or not.
The door to the bedroom opened, and his footsteps were soft over the carpet.
“Tess.”
He positioned himself behind me. I moaned as he spread my legs, his fingers rubbing me. My clit ached, and my panties were soaking wet.
“You ready for me?” Beck said in that deep voice as he unzipped his pants and—
I woke up with a snort.
“Shit,” I gasped in the dark. My mouth felt like cotton. There was chocolate icing in my hair, my panties were soaking wet, my pussy ached.
