“No, and no,” he shouts, my statement suddenly waking him up.
He jumps up with a new burst of energy and grabs my hand, succeeding this time in pulling me off the ground.
“What do you mean,no, and no?”
“I don’t care about going out with anyone but you, sweetheart. I’m staying with my best girl.” He pulls me into his body, and my stomach drops.
What is he going to do?
My eyes are wide as I whisper, “Jack.”
His infamous cheeky smile slowly creeps across his face, causing his dimples that I hate—that I love—with a passion to pop.
He leans in and kisses my lips.
Shit, he feels amazing, except he pulls back all too soon. “Ready to do something crazy, B?”
“Umm… no, not really,” I answer, my voice getting louder as he starts dragging me down the Las Vegas strip.
“Well, too bad. Tonight’s going to be a night to remember.”
“Ah!” I cover my ears when the alarm goes off at six in the morning.
Our groans of protest are loud enough to wake the neighbors, and on instinct, my arm shoots out and quickly shuts it off.At least I remembered to set one after the night we had.
My eyelids feel as if they weigh one million pounds, I can barely open them, and I’m in major need of hydration.
My mouth is drier than the Sahara.I’m bloody knackered, and I need more sleep.
Fucking hell.
Instead, I force them open, because if we fall back to sleep now, we’ll never get up.
Sadly, we have a flight to New York early this morning to support our friend testifying in a court case, so we have no choice but to get up and suck it up.
Jack is spooning me from behind, our legs intertwined, his hand splayed across my exposed stomach. It’s not unusual for us to share a bed, and he’s always been a cuddler.
Only this time, I’m entirely naked… and so is Jack.
I think hard about last night. Did we have sex? I flex down below a bit and… fuck. I’m sore.
I probably wouldn’t be able to tell if it were anyone else. But with the size of Jack’s penis, there’d be no doubt.
“What happened last night?” he asks.
I attempt to turn my head to look at him, though the pounding in my temples causes me to quickly drop it back down on my pillow.
“What do you mean?” I whisper, acting dumb, afraid of letting any emotion show.
It was only a few hours ago. Do both of us truly not remember anything?
Could we both have been that drunk?
“I can only remember bits and pieces.” He snuggles closer. “Fuck, that feels good.” He pushes his groin into my arse. “Did we…”
“Mmhmm. I think so.”
He moans. “You’re kidding me. And I don’t remember?”
