LOGAN
Uh, oh. Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.
Screw off.
LOGAN
Ha! Need me to bring anything?
No. Thanks though.
LOGAN
Okay. Love you, sis.
LYT
I toss the phone back onto the nightstand.
As the rest of the fog in my brain starts to clear, I feel something shift next to me on the bed. My heart jumps into my throat and I freeze.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, mentally kicking myself as I try to recall if I came home with anyone the night before. Still lying on my stomach, forearms holding me up, I slowly turn my head to take a look.
Please, God. Don’t let it be some random…
“Morning, Sunshine.”
Son of a bitch!
“What thefuck, Rowan!?”
Rowan’s grinning face stares back at me from where he’s sitting on the edge of my bed, still fully dressed in the sameclothes from last night. Hair sticking up sexily in every direction known to man, he holds up a steaming mug that smells suspiciously like my favorite coffee.
“Relax,” he chuckles. “I slept on the couch. You were pretty out of it last night.”
Memories come rushing back—trivia night at The Brew, tequila shots, Rowan carrying me up the stairs, and... his hands in my pockets, grazing my skin, setting it on fire.
Fuck’s sake.
“What are you still doing here?” I croak as I push myself up into a sitting position, instantly regretting it as my blanket and sheets pool around my waist.
Head throbbing, I quickly discern I’m still wearing my clothes from the night before.
“Making sure you didn’t choke on your own vomit, or roll out of bed,” he says, handing me the steaming mug. “You’re welcome, by the way.”
“Did I...?”
“Throw up? No. But you did mumble something about dancing unicorns and fighting a sexy dragon at one point. What kind of books are you reading these days anyway?”
I narrow my eyes at him, trying to determine if he’s messing with me. “None of your business,” I grouse. “And I don’t dream about that kind of shit.”
“You sure ‘bout that?” His knowing smirk is infuriating. Not to mention sexy as fuck. “You were so wasted.”
I take a cautious sip of my coffee, and damn it, it’s perfect.
“How did you know how I like my coffee?”
“I asked the barista at Bean & Co. He also said chocolate croissants are your favorite, so I got a few of those and a couple of breakfast sandwiches. I figured we could have breakfast together.”
