I rub my face into it again, eyes still closed, wondering what the hell happened to my pillows, when suddenly the slab groans and rumbles, “It’s too early to be awake. The sun isn’t even up yet.”
The voice that comes from beneath me is sleep-roughened, delicious, and instantly recognizable, and my eyes snap open as suddenly as I move. My hands drop on either side of Rayne’s head, his hair a sleep-rumpled mess that looks much too sexy, and I swallow hard as my fingers form fists that dig into the couch beneath him.
I run my gaze over the man, taking in every inch of those gorgeous features. I scan those defined cheekbones and the sharp jaw I’ve memorized since the moment Rayne appeared in my bathroom doorway. My gaze traces over almond eyes that are closed as he sleeps beneath me, already picturing the dazzling blue eyes I can see clearly in my mind, and the breath stalls in my chest.
Why the hell am I using Rayne freaking Hunter as a body pillow, and why is he letting me?
Frowning, I hurriedly scramble through my thoughts, finding them fragmented and a little scattered, but mostly intact enough for me to string together and form some semblance of sense.
There were cocktails. Lots and lots of cocktails.
And stairs. So many stairs.
I was going to die via the stairs.
And then Rayne appeared.
I’m pretty sure he carried me up the remaining stairs.
And he stayed. I think we talked. What did we talk about?
Frowning down at the beautiful man who appears to have fallen back to sleep, full lower lip parting as his breathing deepens and his arm wrapped around my back loosens slightly while we lie sprawled across my couch, I scramble through my memories and piece them together quickly.
There was talk of chicken. Yes, the slutty chicken.
And pigeons with heads in the sand? Wait, what the hell?
Shaking my head, I shut my eyes tightly, scraping the barrel of my patience while I try to piece together the fragments of my fuzzy memories.
I’m pretty sure I told him why I’ve been avoiding them.
I think I might have compared myself to a puppy.
And then… oh my God.
The startling realization hits me then, remembering that I blurted a drunken confession to the man beneath me. And it wasn’t just a confession to Rayne, but I’m pretty damned sure I told him I like all four of them. And then-
Eyes snapping open once more, I startle when I find those sharp blue eyes lazily watching me, partially open as he catches me freaking out like a goddamned idiot. Because I’m now realizing my dream wasn’t actually a dream, and I’ve been sleeping on top of the man who kissed me last night before handing me comfy clothes to change into, bundling me on top of him, and demanding I fall asleep.
I haven’t fallen asleep that quickly in all of my life. I can’t be sure if it was the booze that did it, or if it’s because Rayne hugged me into slumber, but whatever it was helped give me one of the best nights’ rest I’ve ever had.
“You’re freaking out too early in the morning. We’ve only slept for two hours. Go back to sleep and you can analyze everything then,” he demands, sleep-roughened voice sending tingles all through me.
Swallowing hard, I nod before pausing, blurting quietly, “I need to pee.”
A slow smile curls at Rayne’s lips, and I lie stunned on top of him as I suddenly remember the amusement on his face, the laughter he shared with me last night, all of the smiles. So many pretty smiles. I’ve never seen the guy like that before, and my heart flips rapidly beneath my rib cage before beating a rhythm so rapid that I’m shocked it doesn’t make a prison break and flee straight from my body.
“Go pee, mayhem,” he commands sleepily, and he helps me climb off his deliciously hard body before falling back to the couch.
Chewing my lip as my mind is left reeling, I shuffle to the bathroom as I run through the whole night in my head, piecesslotting together to paint the whole picture that looks a little warped but helps me remember everything that happened the moment I practically fell out of the taxi that brought me home.
I definitely told Rayne I liked him. I told him I liked all of them. And he reacted by telling me they like me, too. And then he kissed me.
Holy shit.
Oh my God.
Rayne Hunter kissed me.
