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Wes
This was not my bed.
The sheets were a different color, for a start—I was pretty sure I didn’t own anything in beige. The light from the window was hitting me a different way, coming in directly instead of being diffused by the shade of the big maple outside of my window.
Definitely not my bed.
The mattress shifted under me as someone else rolled over.
Right. Obviously.Not my bedmeant it belonged to someone else. Stray beds weren’t a thing, and neither were stray bedrooms.
I forced my eyes open and turned my head, fighting back a groan over the stiffness.
Twenty-nine was too young to have neck pain from lying in bed wrong. I was getting old before my time.
Maybe notsoold, considering the hot little rush of tingles flowing south at the sight of theverynice stretch of skin occupying the rest of the bed. Deep outdoorsy tan leading up to a mop of straw-blond hair and down to a perky ass that looked like I could’ve bounced a penny off it.
Name.
What… what was Mr. Golden Blond’s name?
Shit.
He rolled over and blinked sleepily at me with pool-bottom-blue eyes, pretty lips stretching into a smile.
I really needed a name.
Dammit.
Come on, brain.
I must have asked. Imust have asked, right?
Wouldn’t have been the first time you didn’t, a voice in the back of my head pointed out.
Rude.
“Hi,” my mystery man said, all sleep-rough voice and tousled hair.
My dick twitched, because it was a filthy traitor determined to get me in trouble.
“Hi,” I responded, wondering if I could get away with this. He was hot, but he wasn’t the love of my life or anything. Maybe he didn’t need to have a name. Maybe I could just leave without ever making it obvious that if I’d ever known his name, I’d already forgotten it.
“You’re cute in the light of day,” he added. “That’s a nice surprise.”
“I wasn’t cute last night?”
Goldie—which was his name now—chuckled. “You were cute, I was drunk, it was dark.” He shrugged. “You know how it is.”
Yeah. Yeah, I knew how it was, and the headache I was just starting to notice behind my eyes was about to remind mehow it wasall day.
“So,” Goldie purred, reaching out to run his fingertips down from my chest to my stomach, tickling my treasure trail and making all kinds of promises. “I was planning to kick you out first thing, but…”
Judging by the way my dick rose to the occasion, it clearly thought this was a good idea. The rest of me was too slow to decide right now.
Did I really want to fuck a man whose name I didn’t know when I was more or less sober? One thing to have a drunken hookup or two.
