Holy shit! I’m half naked in bed with Bray.
Did we…no, no, we wouldn’t have done that? My gaze travels over Bray’s perfectly sculpted pecs and abs. He has on underwear and nothing else. His arm is draped over my left thigh. His hand is dangerously close to the apex of my thighs.
Mortified that I’m only wearing a t-shirt and underwear, I slowly pull my leg free from his arm. He stirs and rolls to his side. I scurry out of his bed and find my clothes on the floor. Grabbing them, I tiptoe down the hallway to my room and close the door. My mind races on how the hell we got like that. I try recalling the evening, but it gets hazier and hazier. We ate. We drank. Vaguely, I remember walking back here. But then I can’t recall much, just little flashes here and there.
I pull on some sweats and walk to the main living space in search of my phone. After a moment, I find it on the sofa.
The battery is dead. Shit.
I find my charger and plug it in. While I wait, I brew some coffee and have a pastry that the staff left here yesterday. My phone lights up, and I look down at it, seeing a text from Al.
Al: Ava’s awake and watching cartoons. The staff brought us juice and pastries. Text when you wake up.
A sigh of relief washes over me as I scan the texts before that one. Apparently, Al offered to have Ava stay at his villa. He came back here and got her stuff because the staff had the spare key. That was at nine last night. I sort of remember this now.
I continue sipping my coffee as I peruse texts. There is a cute one on my dating app from Francesco, wishing me a good night. Two from Roxy, saying she hopes we have a great evening. My mind glitches as I try to remember if she was at the tasting room event. Yes, I think?
How do people drink and party and then function the next day?
Sighing, I toss my phone on the counter. I hear motion in front of me and look up to see Bray standing there, scratching his head. His hair is wild, he has two-day-old scruff, and his morning wood is…at attention.
“What the hell happened last night?” he groans.
I quickly avert my gaze and study my coffee.
“I…well, I got drunk apparently,” I stammer as I wave a hand up and down my body as if to show him how disheveled I am. Then my gaze goes back down to the ridiculous hard-on in his pants.
His gaze follows mine, and he winces as he jumps behind a counter to hide it. “Shit. Sorry. Uh, it’s…morning,” he manages.
I don’t know what about that suddenly sets me off, but I bend over and start laughing. “Oh…my…God. What the hell happened last night?” I manage as I laugh.
I pull myself together and look up at him. He’s fighting a laugh. I can tell as he presses his lips together.
He shrugs.
I narrow my eyes. “Seriously, do you remember?”
He places his hands on the counter and leans forward. “Well, we ate dinner with some wine. Then Vito gave us more wine, and things get fuzzy after that, but I think we managed to come back here after Al said he’d watch Ava. And then you said you were hot, so you started stripping. Then, I said I was hot, and you started pulling my shirt off.” I swallow as memories start popping into my mind. “And then you swore you heard something, and I said to sleep in my bed. Then I think you passed out.”
I bite my lip. Wow. This is why I don’t drink. I’m a hot mess after two glasses. I can do three absolutely tops.
“Uh, sorry. I think I drank way too much,” I state.
“You think?” he asks.
I grimace. “Uh, yeah. You tried to stop me, didn’t you?” I say, as a memory starts to emerge of Bray attempting to grab an entire bottle from me while I climbed on a table with it. “I’m never drinking again.”
Bray laughs and walks around the island. His dick is back to normal, and he holds open his arms. I walk into them, and he hugs me. “You never get to just be you. It was a night off from being a mom. You’re allowed to have fun and let loose sometimes,” he says against my hair.
“Yeah, but I was…a little out of control,” I say against his chest as I hide my face.
He cups my jaw and forces me to look up at him. “You needed it. And I was here with you. I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you, ever.”
His eyes search mine as we stare at each other, and for the briefest of seconds, I swear he’s going to kiss me. I feel my eyelids start to flutter closed and then…bam! The front door flies open. We jump apart like our parents just caught us in the basement making out.
“I’m back!” Ava calls out as she drops her bag on the floor and runs over to give me a hug.
Al walks in and looks from Bray to me with a raised eyebrow. “Sorry, did you not get my text?”
