“Too bad, I just posted it.” I close my laptop with a grin. “Now we can drink.”
My obnoxiously full bladder wakes me up sometime in the middle of the night, and at first, I’m confused by the obvious fact that I’m not in my bedroom. But when I come to consciousness, it’s not the desperate need to pee that has me freezing in panic. It’s the heavy arm draped over my body, and the wall of warmth pressed up behind me. It’s the caress of Jensen’s slow, steady breathing on my neck.
I carefully extricate myself from his arms. I don’t even check to make sure he’s still asleep, I just bolt for the safety of my bedroom.
After taking care of the reason I woke up in the first place, I lay in my bed, trying desperately to fall back asleep. But it’s futile. Because now, I know just how good it feels to be wrapped up in Jensen’s arms.
As dawn slowly crests, and my room fills with early morning light, courtesy of the blinds I didn’t bother to close last night, I wrack my brain trying to figure out how to handle this. Will he remember that we fell asleep together? Did he notice me leave? Do wetalk about it, or do we pretend it never happened?
Because I’m not sure I can do that.
Chapter four
Jensen
There’s an incessant noise, and I can’t determine the source. I also can’t ignore it because my head is pounding with the beat of a thousand drums, all marching totally off tempo, and that goddamn noise is making it worse.
Fuck. This is what I get for drinking way too much rum last night.
A cold nose nudges my hand and my eyes slowly blink open to see Ollie’s head inches away from my own. Before I can even sit up, the noise starts again. It’s my phone going wild with notifications of some sort. Somehow I find my glasses on the coffee table in front of me, and after giving Ollie a quick scratch, I force my hungover body into sitting and look around for my phone. Locating it isn’t as easy as it should be, seeing as it somehow ended up underneath the couch. I dig it out, then stop to press my fingers to my temples. Damn — I need water, Tylenol, and coffee — in that order.
Speaking of the couch, why did I wake up pressed against the back of it, on my side, like I was spooning something? Why wasn’t I in bed like a normal person would be…like Kelly obviously was.
There’s something tickling at the edge of my brain, something I feel like I should remember. But I can’t. Fucking alcohol.
I turn the sound off on my phone without looking at it. There’s no way I want to try and focus on the tiny screen without caffeine in my system. Whatever it is, it can wait. Stumbling into the kitchen, I see Kelly with her back to me, over by the coffee pot.
“Please tell me that’s full,” I croak. She turns slowly with two mugs in her hands and passes one to me. “Thank you. You’re the best.”
“Mm-hmm,” Kelly replies.
I sink down into a chair and sip at my coffee slowly. It’s perfect; somehow Kelly always remembers how I drink it. Probably because it’s the opposite of hers. She likes it with nothing more than a splash of cream, whereas I want all the sugar, but no cream.
“Damn, my neck is not happy with me sleeping on the couch,” I say now that my brain is slowly switching on from the caffeine. “I don’t even remember falling asleep.”
“Yeah.”
Kelly’s non-answer has me looking up at her. Her eyes are shifting all around the room, anywhere but on me.
“Kell? Everything okay?”
“Yup, fine. Why?”
“Okay, now I know something’s up. Your voice is doing that weird squeaky thing. You only do that when you’ve done something you probably shouldn’t have, like that time you thought playing field hockey in your mom’s living room was a good idea and broke that vase.”
“Yeah, yeah, I get the point, thanks for the trip down memory lane,” Kelly grumbles as she sits down in the chair across the table from me and finally drags her gaze up to meet mine. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips and for some reason, my eyes zero in on the motion.
“Do you remember anything from last night?” she asks cautiously.
“Not much, aside from too much fucking rum.”
Kelly winces. “Has your…phone been doing anything?”
My eyes narrow. “Yes.” Like a wrecking ball smashing into the side of a house, it all hits me. The dating app. Kelly writing a profile and not letting me read it. Then…
“Did you fall asleep on the couch with me?”
Kelly stands up abruptly and goes to the sink to rinse her mug. “Umm, yeah, I did. I got up later and moved to my room, but you were so deeply asleep I couldn’t wake you. Sorry.”
