In my house.
My things were recognizable, including my purple comforter, which I tugged at until I pulled it over me. Oh, God. What was I wearing? I yanked down the covers to find I was still in the dress I’d been wearing the night before.
When I moved again, I also realized that I wasn’t wearing my panties. Oh, Lord. He hadn’t given them back to me. Oh, this wasn’t good. This was really bad.
Had he driven me home? Evidently so, but I didn’t remember walking in through the door or getting into bed. I dragged the covers over my head, turning on my side as the memories of the horrible night slithered front and center into my mind.
And what I’d learned.
In front of my parents.
A wolf. A shifter. How was that even possible?
Wait. Hold on.
Now I tossed the covers down, swinging my legs off the side of the bed. My head. My head was killing me. Too many shots oftequila followed by wine at dinner. Not a good combination for me.
After three tries I stumbled out of bed, still trying to put all the pieces together.
Had Steven told me I was his mate? If so, how was that even possible? When I laughed at the thought, my head hurt even worse.
I needed Tylenol. Reaching out, I used the nightstand to steady myself. What did I find?
Two Tylenol and a bottle of water.
I certainly hadn’t left them there.
Steven.
Maybe he was still here.
After popping the pills, I headed into the bathroom, glaring at my reflection in the shadows. Oh, I looked wild as could be. “Not a good look for you, bad bunny.” I giggled from making the silly statement. That was his nickname for me. It was cute.
But I wasn’t interested in having a relationship with him. How could I? He was a shifter and I was…
Human.
After splashing water in my face, I struggled but managed to yank off my dress, sliding into my comfy robe. I wasn’t certain if I wanted to find him sleeping on my couch or that he’d left.
But I did have questions that only he could answer, including what he’d meant about me being his mate.
No one would ever say I was an expert on shifters since up until last night, I’d done everything in my power to suggest they didn’t exist, but this was…
No. I wasn’t going to fall down the rabbit hole at this point.
With tentative steps, I headed into the living room.
I’d be damned if I wasn’t disappointed that he wasn’t there. I stood in the doorway, studying the room and feeling the heavy hit of silence. I’d liked being with him.
Who was I kidding? I’d hungered for him in a way that wasn’t like me.
And certainly shouldn’t be something I hungered to occur again, but I was.
No. I couldn’t think that way. What we’d shared was over. I wasn’t the girl for him. And he certainly couldn’t be my Prince Charming.
Coffee.
Coffee would make everything clearer in my mind. Then I could figure out what was real and what I’d conjured up in my mind.
