Page 78 of Prime Time Romance

I find myself counting. All eight of them.

I tear my eyes back to a safer body part. His face. Except all the hand-running has made his hair extra tousled and sexy, and now I’m picturing what Josh looks like post-sex, which immediately turns into what Josh looks like during sex. And that image is so provocatively filthy that I have to squeeze my eyes shut and count to ten.

One…

Two…

Thr—

“Listen, Brynn, about last night.”

My eyes fly open in time to see him hesitate, and in that pause, a second memory surfaces. This one is the most mortifying of all.

I kissed Josh.

No. I mauled Josh.

Like a feral cat.

We were having a perfectly normal conversation. He shared intimate details about his fears about not getting home in time to buy his dad’s bar back, and then I responded by climbing into his lap and sticking my tongue down his throat.

“Oh my god.” I hold out my hand, halting whatever he was going to say next. “Okay. Listen. I had way too much to drink. I think it’s best if we never mention the whole night again. Like, ever.”

His eyebrows knit into a solid line. “Okay…I just thought…”

I don’t want to hear it. I may have been drunk, but the memories are clear. I kissed him. He responded with a very polite “Thanks but no thanks.” The last thing I want to do right now is rehash it all. Especially since he’s not even the guy I should be kissing.

Speaking of the guy I should be kissing…

“Do you think he knows?” I peer between splayed fingers at Josh, who has crossed his arms over his chest.

“Who knows? About what?”

“Spencer. Do you think someone told him about my…performance last night?”

“I think you’re good.” Josh’s tone is flat.

Relief floods my veins. “Well, at least that’s one piece of good news.”

He takes a tentative step forward. “I’m confused. I thought you weren’t…” There’s a hesitancy to his tone.

“Weren’t what?”

His arms drop to his sides. “Last night it seemed like you were maybe…reconsidering him?”

My head is pounding so hard that I’m finding it hard to think. My brain is trying to list the reasons why I need to keep pursuing Spencer for Sloan, but my eyes keep wandering back to Josh.

Josh and his abs.

Josh and his kindness.

Josh and the ability he has to make me feel safe.

Josh and his low-slung sweatpants that expose his stupidly sexy hip dips.

Josh and the dark trail of hair that starts from his belly button and heads down, down, down.

No.