It’s not until I hear the sound of the faucet squeak and water shut off that I realize the shower was running. Donny has some explaining to do. Probably brought that bartender back to his room last night, and now he’s trying to hide—again.

Blinking, I try to clear my mind, and suddenly, the bathroom door opens as memories of kissing Hayden surface. Oh my God.

Please let that kiss all be a dream. Otherwise, I made a complete fool of myself, and I’m not sure I’ll ever recover from that.

“You’re awake.”

My eyes widen as I recognize that voice. It sends shivers right between my legs.

Definitely not Donny’s.

If we kissed last night, and I’m only in my underwear and he’s still here, does that mean we… No. Right?

My thoughts linger as I finally look over and see Hayden standing in the bathroom doorway. In a low as fuck towel, dripping wet. My gaze follows the water drops dripping from his hair all the way down his chest and abs. I swallow when I see his happy trail from his belly button to where it disappears below his towel.

When he clears his throat, I realize I was gawking.

“If I’m actually awake and not dreaming, then I’m wondering what you’re doing here…” I manage to finally speak.

He raises his brows when my tight grip on the sheet releases and exposes my bra. Shit.

I’m a fucking mess. I quickly pull it back up and squeeze my eyes shut.

“You feeling okay?”

I open my eyes and suck in a breath. He steps forward with a hand out and presses his palm against my cheek. “You’re flushed.”

No shit.

I swallow, looking up at him. “I think I drank a bit too much last night,” I admit.

Hayden’s arm drops as he chuckles, and I immediately miss his touch. “You could say that.”

Looking down, I wonder if he took off my dress or if I did.

“So if you’re still here and I’m half naked and you’re all the way naked…” I ramble, frustrated that I can’t get the damn words out. “Does that mean we…uh, you know. Slept together?”

“Well actually, I slept on the couch.” He points at the sofa that’s clearly too small for him.

“You had sex with me and then slept on the couch?” I blurt out. I probably half-ass kicked him out in my drunken stupor. Or did something else pathetic. “Shit. Never mind. I’m so sorry.”

“For what?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.

“I don’t know. I can’t really remember.” I chew on my lower lip and need this to just be over. “Well, I remember the kiss. But anything after that is kinda fuzzy,” I shamefully admit, not making eye contact, and burying my face in my palms.

Feeling the bed dip, I look up and see Hayden sitting in front of me with an amused look on his too perfect face.

“Sav, we didn’t have sex last night, but we shared one hell of an amazing kiss. That’s it, though. We kissed, you threw up, I put you to bed. I slept on the couch so I could keep an eye on you in case you got sick again. That’s all. Then when I woke up, I took a shower.”

“Oh my God.” I drop my head into my hands. I puked last night with him in here. I hate myself right now. Hayden sees me for the first time in ten years, and this is what I do? Fuuuuck.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Sav. Your puking was very ladylike. Almost no chunks.”

I burst out laughing and meet his eyes. He was always good at taking me by surprise. Doesn’t stop the flood of embarrassment, though.

“Well, for whatever it’s worth, thank you. I’m sure taking care of me was the last thing on your agenda, considering you had a date and all,” I say, immediately regretting that last part. I need to stop talking.

Before Hayden responds, his phone starts ringing, but he doesn’t even flinch.

“It wasn’t any trouble at all. It’s made me realized how much I’ve really missed you. We used to do everything together.” He flashes me a kind smile, and it adds another knife to my heart for what I did to him.

“I know. We were inseparable.” I sigh, not sure I can mentally go down memory lane right now. Chewing on my lower lip, I allow my gaze to focus on his bare chest and stomach. He most definitely didn’t look like that in high school. He was fit and played football, but now he’s thick and hairy. According to the throbbing between my legs, I like it. A lot.

“I better get dressed,” he finally says, standing, and I blink out of my stupor. Pretty sure there’s drool dripping down my chin from studying every inch of his body. And he watched me do it. Great. “I was thinking if you aren’t doing anything later, we could meet up for lunch?”

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