Bones made his way across the living room.
I hurried to the bathroom, splashing water on my face to clean off my smudged make-up. I brushed my teeth and ran a hairbrush through my hair before returning to Bones, wishing I wasn’t wearing the same clothes as yesterday. But I didn’t want to keep him waiting. At least the dress wasn’t too wrinkled.
The kitchen and living room were open concept with a large kitchen island separating the two. Bones took a seat at one of the stools lining the island, while I went for the refrigerator, grabbing some creamer for the coffee.
“Here,” he said, pulling a bottle of Ibuprofen out of his pocket and placing it on the top of the island. “I didn’t know if you had any, but I figured you’d have a headache today.”
He was right about that. “Why did you come back here?” I blurted, biting my lip afterward.
“You tried to kiss me last night.”
“Oh, god,” I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “Can we not talk about that?”
I heard the stool he sat on scraping against the tiled floor. Looking back up at him, I was startled to see him stalking toward me with an intense look in his eye. I backed up a step until my back was pressed against the edge of the counter behind me.
Bones kept coming forward, placing his hands on either side of me, boxing me in.
I could feel my heart hammering against my ribcage as I sucked in a shuddering breath.
“We’re going to talk about it because I’ve been thinking about it all night.” He moved in even closer, stopping with his face inches from my own. “You asked me why I was here? It’s because I couldn’t kiss you last night while you were drunk.”
“You mean—”
Bones cupped my cheek and swooped in, pressing his lips to mine in a heated kiss that scrambled my thoughts until they were an incoherent jumble and I couldn’t process anything other than the intoxicating taste of him. All the humiliation I’d been feeling since last night melted away and I surrendered myself to the sensations his touch and kiss ignited inside of me.