“Exactly. No fun. We studied. We prepared for real life. Wedidn’t do anything adventurous or reckless.”
I’ve had enough reckless in my life. I have seen theconsequences of being reckless. My biological father killed himself when I wasten years old. My brother and I were down in the living room, playing videogames, which he told us to do, and then fifteen minutes later, our lives wereno longer the same.
Mom came home, found him dead, and then the world implodedaround us.
He lost all our money being reckless. He left us with debt,no answers, and heartache for a lifetime.
So, no, I don’t do things that are reckless. I work hard, Isave my money, and I am extremely careful with my emotions.
Except with Hadley.
She’s the only person who I ever lose control around.
Like now.
“I think we are in a much better place than the people whomade stupid decisions,” I counter.
“Maybe, but maybe not. This is the most irresponsible thingI’ve done in two years.”
“Get drunk?”
She nods. “Well, get drunk with you. The guy I can’t seem tohate enough.”
That gets through my drunken fog. “Why do you hate me? I’mlovable.”
“That’s the issue!” Hadley says and then burps. “See! I am amess around you. I want to hate you so much, but then I think about your lipsand your face and your hands and…damn it, I need to shut up.”
“I think about you too.” The words slip out before I have achance to stop them.
Hadley’s eyes find mine. “We shouldn’t think about each other.”
“No, we probably shouldn’t.”
“Confession… I think about that night. I remember it all.You’re the last man I slept with.”
It rocks through me. My heart, my head, and my cock love theconfession far too much. Hadley is stunning, even drunk, hair falling out ofher messy ponytail and sweatshirt falling off her shoulder. If anything, she’seven more beautiful because she’s not polished.
I move around the coffee table that separates us and bringmy hand to her cheek, brushing the soft skin there with my thumb.“Confession…when I’m alone and jerking off, it’s always you I think about, andright now, I want to strip you down and make you scream my name, so I have anew memory to think about.”
“We probably shouldn’t do that.”
“We definitely shouldn’t do that.”
She shifts her body towards me, hand wrapping around my wrist,and leans in. “But I’m tired of doing the right thing.”
Her lips are on mine a second later, and I don’t care muchabout what we shouldn’t do either.
Chapter Five
HADLEY
Why does this man make me crazy?
Why did I practically throw myself in his arms?
Because I’m an idiot. A drunk one. But even sober, I wantthis.
I want him. The only stupid man in a city of almost ninemillion that I dream of.
