Though I’ve been known to do dumber shit.
“We should get you to bed so you can sleep off the alcohol,” I say, the words forced and feeling wrong. What I want to say has nothing to do with sleeping.
“Right, but, um…” She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and bites it.
Goddamn, why is she doing this to me?
Fuck it.
“Say it, Sav,” I demand, my chest rising and falling faster as I exhale short breaths.
“Kiss m—”
My lips are glued to hers in less than two seconds. I cup her cheeks and pull us together until our bodies mold as one. She wraps her hands around my neck and holds on tight. I devour her lips as if they’re the last thing I’ll ever taste. Her chest presses against mine, and I slide a hand down to cup her breast. Savannah releases a long, deep moan, and my cock nearly busts out of my slacks.
Everything about this moment is surreal. She tastes like fruity alcohol, and when she pulls back slightly, the sounds of her pants remind me how drunk she is.
“Sav…”
“I missed you, Hayden. Your kisses. The way you smell. You still wear the same cologne.” She giggles. “I want to bury my face in you and inhale you all night.”
Her admission has me laughing and wishing things were different right now. We can’t reunite and immediately jump into bed together as much as my dick and I want to.
“You’ve been drinking, sweetheart. As much as I want this—you—we can’t, okay? Not when you’re drunk,” I tell her as sincerely as possible. My dick is screaming at me, and I’m already anticipating needing to take care of myself in the shower tomorrow. Or hell, tonight.
Savannah looks at me intently, not saying anything, and now I’m worried I’ve hurt her feelings—or worse. I move to touch her arm, and she holds up a finger, stopping me.
Before I can say another word, she’s covering her mouth and running toward the bathroom.
Fuck.
I follow behind her, but she waves me away. Seconds later, I hear her emptying her stomach and dry heaving. Shit.
“Sav?” I call out, feeling helpless.
“I’m fine. Just don’t come in here.”
I hold back a chuckle, but respect her space. I’m sure this is the last thing she wants me to witness.
A few minutes pass before she comes out and uses the mouthwash on the sink counter. I take the opportunity to get a washcloth and rinse it under cold water. After handing it to her, I assess her and make sure she’s okay.
“Feel better?” I raise my brows, worried.
“If by better, you mean humiliated, then no.”
I chuckle lightly and take her hand. “C’mon. Bedtime.”
“Okay as soon as the room stops spinning.” She blinks a few times, and after I finally get her into bed, I cover her up and put a trashcan next to her.
“Just in case,” I reassure her.
“Thanks.” She groans, then laughs.
I pull the covers up before sitting down next to her. Unable to resist touching her, I rub a finger along her cheek and watch as her eyes flicker closed.
“Mm…that feels nice,” she hums. I rub along her forehead and other cheek. She’s already starting to fall asleep, which gives me some relief. “I’m sorry…” she mutters.
“Nothing to be sorry for, Sav. I don’t mind taking care of you,” I reassure her, smiling at the way her face leans into my touch.
“No,” she says on a half-moan. “I’m sorry for breaking up with you.”
My chest tightens. “We don’t have to talk about that right now.”
“I lied,” she continues.
My head snaps up as I watch for an expression. Her eyes are still closed as she quietly moans.
“I lied when I broke up with you.”
Too curious to shut this conversation down, though I honestly should, I keep her talking.
“What’d you lie about, Savannah?”
“Mm…” The corner of her lips curl up slightly when my finger grazes her bottom lip.
“Sav?”
“It was all a lie,” are her last words before she finally passes out.
Chapter Five
Savannah
Either someone is pounding nails inside my head or I drank way too fucking much. Considering I feel like shit, my guess is the latter.
My body feels weighed down as if I ran a marathon. So damn sore and achy. Why the hell did I drink so much last night?
Oh, right.
Not only did I see my high school sweetheart for the first time in a decade, but he was also with my worst enemy.
Fuck my life.
As I twist and stretch in bed, I’m regretting that last drink. Rather, last five drinks. Donny can be such a bad influence sometimes or an enabler, maybe a bit of both.
Looking down, I realize I’m only in my bra and panties and try to remember when I took off my dress. After stumbling my way out of the ballroom, my mind goes a little fuzzy.