“Motherfucker.” I yank the sheets up my body, jolting upright, and instantly, my head screams at me.
“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Ezra asks, his voice thick and gravelly. He sits up, the sheets pooled around his waist, his perfectly tanned pecs on display.
“Worse,” I gasp. “I’m a total cliché.”
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s the classic one-bed-wake-up-tangled-together trope. Did you do this on purpose?”
“Of course not.” He swipes his fingers through his messy hair. “And what the fuck’s a trope?”
“Right. I bet you woke up and thoughtI’ll rest my monster morning cock-wood between her ass cheeks and?—”
“Monster morning—you’ve got to be kidding me.” Ezra laughs into his hands. Like full-on shoulders-shaking belly laugh.
“It’s not funny.” I shove him and scan the room. “Where is my pillow protection?”
“On the ground, you goof. Whereyouput them.” One side of his mouth curls up in a smirk. “Do you not remember?”
I shake my head.
“This is exactly why I didn’t want to have sex with you,” he mumbles.
Heart lurching, I clutch the sheets to my chest tighter. “Excuse me?”
“You wanted to have sex, and when I told you it wasn’t a good idea because you’d been drinking, you got mad, took off yourclothes, threw the pillows onto the floor, and said…” He swallows thickly, a flicker of trepidation in his dark, delicious eyes. When he continues, his tone is gentle. “You said if I wasn’t going to fuck you, the least I could do was hold you.”
Heat creeps into my cheeks. I said that?
“And since we both sleep naked, well…” He motions between us. “Here we are.”
“Ugh.” I drop my head into my hand. I don’t remember any of that.
“Hey.” He nudges my shoulder. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
“I’m not embar?—”
My mind registers a trickling sensation between my legs, and I suck in a breath.Fuck. Looks like I am embarrassed after all. But not because I drunkenly destroyed the pillow wall and forced Ezra to snuggle.
“Get up.”
His brows pinch. “Huh?”
“Can you just please go in the other room so I can…” I sigh. “Please. Just go.”
He stills, his face a mask of confusion. I can’t blame him, but I also can’t tell him I’m 99.9 percent positive I’ve started my period and 0 percent sure I haven’t leaked onto the sheets.
Clamping my eyes as tight as I can, I beg the period demons to keep their destruction to a minimum. Only when Ezra exits the room, calling out from the hall that I’m alone, do I open my eyes. The door isn’t quite shut, so I race to the bathroom.
After confirming I have indeed started my period, a cold shower sobers me up real quick.
Once I’m dried off and wrapped in a towel, I step into the bedroom and come face-to-face with a bare mattress. “Uh, excuse me?”
“Have you seen the spare linens?” Ezra asks from the hall, ignoring my panic. “Ah, never mind. Found them.”
If I wasn’t embarrassed before, I’m mortified now. Hawaii is known for its volcanoes, right? Because I need to jump in one immediately.
“You didn’t have to do that.” I groan. “Actually, I wish you hadn’t. How bad was it?”
