“Declan!” I call. “Are you here?”
“If he was here,” Aric growls atmenow. “He would be talking. Trust me, that guy never shuts up.”
“We need to find him,” I say. “Like right now. I’m not getting stuck in the pits of Hell, either.”
“Oh, my god,” Quaid says. His tone filled with exasperation. “How many times?—”
But I don’t hear the rest because I trip over something and fall on my face. Except, my face doesn’t hit the hard ground, because my hands fly out in front of me and break my fall.
Except they don’t hit the hard ground, either. They hit… a body.
A very muscular and cut chest on a body. And I know this is Declan because my face lands right over top of that perfect blond happy train. I’m talking right on top of it. I could pop the button on his jeans with my teeth.
“Declan?” I say. “Oh, my god, I think he’s dead. I just fell on him!”
Both of the guys shuffle through the darkness until they’re close enough to bend down. Meanwhile, I have pulled myself up—reluctantly—and I’m straddling Declan’s thighs as my hands caress his perfect abs.
I gasp and pull them back. Feeling slightly ashamed at myself since he’s probably unconscious, but also slightly grossed out since he could be dead.
“Is he breathing?” Quaid asks.
“I don’t know!” I say. “But he better be! He’s our only way back!” Then I have a brilliant idea. A sexy, perfect, so-in-the-moment brilliant idea, I don’t even discuss it with the other two guys before I put it into action.
He needs mouth to mouth.
I reach up, place my hands flat on his face, and then lean down and kiss him. I mean, I blow lifesaving oxygen into his airway. Except, I don’t. Iactuallykiss him. And even though he’s unconscious and might even be dead, the shame and disgust are gone and in their place is… bliss.
Pure bliss.
Like Declan, the total stranger, messenger guy with the hot body, is my one true love.
