I glanced at the baby monitor and saw Rory moving around in her crib. She wasn’t full-on crying yet, but no doubt she would once she realized Drew wasn’t in the room.
“Yeah, go.” I sat up, clutching the sheet to my chest despite the intimacy we’d already shared. Something about the daylight made me feel suddenly exposed in a way darkness hadn’t. “We’ll talk later.”
I knew his daughter was his priority—as she should be—but suddenly I was having doubts about what we’d done and the lines we’d absolutely torched last night.
Drew hesitated, then leaned in and kissed me—softer than I expected, and lingering like he didn’t want to leave. “Tonight? Why don’t you come over for dinner?”
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
There was another cry from the monitor and Drew grimaced. “I really have to?—”
“Go,” I said. “It’s okay.”
With one last look, he was gone, slipping out of my bedroom. A moment later, I heard the faint sound of the front door closing.
I fell back against my pillows, staring at the ceiling.
What the hell had I done?
When I walked down the stairs, I found all three of my roommates sitting at our small kitchen table with knowing grins on their faces.
“So,” Rachel said, breaking the silence. “Was that Drew Dumontier who did the walk of shame out of our house this morning?”
I pinched my lips between my teeth. “Um, maybe.”
“As in, archnemesis, we-hate-him-with-a-burning-passion Drew Dumontier?” Talia clarified.
“Uh…”
“As in hockey hottie whose existence you’ve been bitching to us about since you moved in?” Ayanna added.
Clearly I needed new friends. Wasn’t it supposed to be girl codenotto point out when I was a giant fucking hypocrite and had the best sex of my life with the guy I was supposed to hate for all eternity?
Rachel leaned forward with a wicked grin. “So, did Mr. Hockey God live up to his reputation?”
I groaned and dropped my head to the counter. “Kill me now.”
“Nope,” Rachel said cheerfully. “Not until you give us details.”
I lifted my head to glare at them. “There are no details.”
“Your neck says otherwise,” Ayanna pointed out, gesturing to what I was sure was a constellation of hickeys I’d forgotten to check for but remembered every second of receiving.
My hand flew to my neck. “Shit.”
“So…” Talia leaned forward, chin propped on her hands. “When did this happen? The transition from mortal enemies to whatever that was last night?”
I sighed, realizing they weren’t going to let this go. “It’s complicated.”
“We’ve got time,” Rachel said, pushing a mug of coffee toward me. “And soundproof headphones if he comes back tonight.”
“He’s not—” I started, then stopped. I had no idea if he was coming back. We hadn’t exactly gotten that far in our morning conversation before Rory interrupted.
“Oh my God, look at her face,” Ayanna whispered loudly. “She’s got it bad.”
“I do not,” I protested automatically.
“You know, this actually explains a lot,” Talia mused. “All that tension between you two. The way you couldn’t stop talking about him.”
