“Yes, you can,” I whisper and close my eyes.
The last thing I hear is the exasperated breath he lets out.
**
My head is throbbing. I try to open my eyes but the sunlight filters through the window and blinds me. It hurts. My throat feel like it has been scratched with sandpaper. A heavy arm is weighing me down, and my bladder feels like it is going to burst. I yawn and my breath tastes horrible. My
hair is stuck to one side of my face. I shove the arm off me and blink a few more times and look around the unfamiliar room. Oh. My. God. I look over and a guy is sleeping shirtless next to me. I look down under the covers and I have no pants and I am wearing a t-shirt.
Oh. My. God. What. The. Serious. Fuck.
I pull the pillow away from the guy’s face and sigh a wave of relief when I see it’s Killian. But then.
Holy. Shit.
Holy. Shit.
Did I…
Did we…
I try to remember the night before, but everything feels fuzzy. I feel like I would know if we did anything. I would know, wouldn’t I?
Fuck me.
Fuck him.
Did I fuck him? Did I give Killian my virginity? Panic seizes me and tears roll down my face.
Killian shifts and rolls over. I try to slide off the end of the bed without waking him. I sniffle and wipe at my cheeks.
Liri,” my name leaves his lips in a sexy groan and those damn butterflies take flight.
“Yeah?” I croak and wipe at my face with the hem of the shirt I am wearing.
“How do you feel?”
“Um…okay. I guess.”
“You got sick last night. I was afraid you had alcohol poisoning. I had to throw out your clothes. You woke up out of a dead sleep and puked all over yourself and me. Don’t be mad at me, but I had to put you in the shower with me. I left your bra and panties on so I could wash your hair.”
I feel mortified and relieved.
“I didn’t want you to think I would take advantage of you like that.”
“Thank you for taking care of me, Killian,” I croak unable to look at him.
“Don’t mention it. Hayley took your car and went to get you some clothes and stuff.”
“Okay.”
“I turned off your phone. It’s on my desk. Didn’t think you’d want to drunk dial your boyfriend.”
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“It’s none of my business,” he huffs and stretches. I turn to look at him and dear God he’s beautiful. On his right hip are some birds tattooed flying from a cage. It’s the only tattoo I can see. My eyes move lower and he is wearing these gray sweats that hang low on his hips and sweet Lord I can make out the shape of his penis. It’s big like it is laying against the side of his leg big. It looks erect. Oh. My. God. I slept in his bed. I puked on him! “There’s some water and aspirin on my nightstand.”
“I’m sorry for everything. Whatever I did or said last night. I’m sorry.” I rest my face on my palms. My head won’t stop pounding. My brain is throbbing against my skull.