She struggled to calm her scattered thoughts as she tried to remember the night before. When she pressed her thighs together several times, she couldn’t feel any soreness.
His hand landed on her hip. “What are you doing?”
“I wondered if you took my cherry last night.”
“Jesus Christ. There is no way I would have taken advantage of you when you were drunk.”
She ran her hand up and down his arm. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you mad.”
He wiped a hand down his face. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bark at you, honey. I forgot how innocent you are.”
“You’re dressed. How long have I been sleeping?”
“It’s only nine, but I’m an early riser.”
“If this is your room, where did you sleep?” she asked.
He nodded toward the other side of the bed.
She turned her head to see the indent of a head in the pillow. “Oh.”
He grinned. “How do you feel?”
“Like my head is about ready to explode and something died in my mouth.”
He chuckled. “How about we get you in the shower?”
“Can I brush my teeth first?” she asked.
“Yes. You can do that while I start the shower.” He pulled back the covers and helped her to stand, keeping a hand on her upper arm as she shuffled toward the bathroom.
She saw the toothbrush and paste. As he turned on the water, she focused her gaze on him. “I have to pee.”
He nodded toward the toilet. “Go ahead.”
Her mouth dropped open. “I can’t do it in front of you.”
He sighed, wiped his hands on a towel, and walked over to her. “I’ll give you a bit of privacy, but you won’t always get it.”
Alexa opened her mouth to question him, but he’d already turned and walked out, closing the door behind him.
She hurriedly used the toilet, brushed her teeth, shed her clothes, and jumped into the shower, but she had to pause a few times because she got dizzy and nauseous. The heat from the shower helped a lot. It took away some of her headache, and bathing always made her feel better if she was sick.
It took a minute before she realized she’d been wearing a man’s shirt.
She turned off the shower, reached for a towel to wrap around her body, and then grabbed another to squeeze the water out of her hair.
The door to the bathroom opened. “I’ve got your clothes for you.”
She opened the shower door a little and peeked at him. Then she looked down at the clothes in his hands and frowned. “Those are mine.”
“Yes, I know.” He chuckled.
“How did you get those?” she asked.
“We’ll have our talk after I get you taken care of.”
“Oh. Okay.”