Emery
Jesus,my head hurts. It seems to pound with each beat of my heart. The backs of my eyelids are a bit too bright, seeing as how I have blackout curtains in my house. Cracking one eye open, I peer around my room, trying to wake up from the fog of sleep and the heavy amount of alcohol I consumed last night. I groan when I see that my curtains are, indeed, open, letting the morning sunlight shine into the room.
Tossing my arm over my eyes, I feel the brush of my sheets against my nipples, and when I glance down, I realize that I’m completely naked, and there are…. Purplish blue marks scattered across my thighs and chest.
Oh god.
Last night comes flooding back in a wave of…Oh my god.
I had sex with Graham Adams. My body feels achy and sated, which only happens after a night of great sex.
Shit. This is so bad. How much tequila did I actually drink?
It’s not that I can’t remember; it’s just that I really,reallydon't want to. Groaning again, I flip over and bury my face in my pillow, smelling a trace of the same cedar clean smell that is Graham, which proceeds to make me scream into the fabric.
Out of all the drunken mistakes I could have made….Graham Adams?
After wallowing in self-pity for a few minutes, I drag myself from the bed and throw on a pair of underwear and a hoodie before heading straight for the kitchen.
I need Advil and coffee. Stat.
But I stop dead in my tracks when I round the corner into my kitchen. Why do you ask? Because the very person I was dreading facing again is standing in front of my stove, shirtless, with a pair of jeans slung low on his hips. The dimples in his back show right above the waistband, and the sense of dread in my stomach seems to change into something… different.... as my eyes travel up his back. The corded muscles of his back seem to ripple each time he flips the spatula.
The fucker is whistling.
Whistling.
“Please tell me I’m still drunk and hallucinating.” I groan. My feet are still glued to the cold tile of the kitchen floor. “Whyare youstillhere?”
Graham looks up and tosses me a boyish smirk. “I should’ve known you’d be a morning delight, Davidson, but never fear. My grandma’s world-famous pancakes will make it all better.”
Trudging over to the barstool at the island, I plop down. “No, what would make it all better is if you were like a normal guy and snuck out in the middle of the night. But, I obviously am not that lucky.”
He laughs, turning his back toward me once more.
This is unreal. Why couldn’t he be like a normal guy and be down for a drunken one-night stand that meant nothing? No, he has to stay for breakfast like he has nothing better to do.
Oh fuck.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, what time is it?” I scramble out of the chair toward my room. In my hungover haze, I didn’t even think to check the time. I’m probably late for work. I sprint to my room and straight to my closet. I’m sifting through my clothes, when I feel Graham’s body against my back.
“Chill, you’re not late.” His breath fans out against my neck, causing me to shiver. I feel slightly better that I’m not late, but the fact that Graham is still in my house has to be dealt with. Immediately.
I whip around to face him, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, almost causing me to forget what it is that I need to say. “Okay, listen. We got drunk, we had hot, yet average sex. A couple of times.”
He gasps out loud dramatically. “That’s fucking offensive, Davidson, and you’re a liar.”
I shrug, and even though Iamlying through my teeth, I continue, “Of course you’d be the clingy type. Listen… Graham. This was a mistake; you and I both know it.”
His jaw steels, and the muscle along the carved expanse seems to ripple. “It was not a mistake. Just because you’re not willing to face the truth, doesn’t mean I am. I told you I needed one night to change your mind, and you’re sitting here acting like you didn’t come four times.”
Swallowing thickly, I gulp down the acidic taste of my lies on my tongue. Fine.
Sex with Graham was fucking amazing, and even though it physically pains me to admit it, he has the dick of a god. I’d never come so many times from sex. I’ve only ever been able to bring myself to orgasm so effortlessly, well, until Graham walked in the picture.
But the fact is, this was a one-time thing, and there won’t ever be another time. Period. I don’t even like Graham. Last night was a momentary lapse in judgment.
I need to put distance between us and get ready for work.