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At least Jessa would be there.
My stomach lurched—I didn’t know whether it was anticipation or whiskey. Bit of both, probably.
I needed to hear how the rest of the night went with that motherfucker Hank. I also needed to touch her and wondered if there was somewhere we could sneak off to before I starved to death for her.
I also wondered if she’d decided whether or not to stay.
My stomach lurched so hard this time, I almost ralphed.
If she didn’t stay, I didn’t know what I’d do. Scrounge up money to buy a ticket to England? If she even wanted me to come. If she even wanted to see me.
It was driving me crazy, the not knowing. But I’d rather get twisted for a minute than lose her forever. Hell, she could take all the time she wanted if it meant there was a chance.
I’d have done just about anything for a chance. That was all. Just a shot.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d taken one. Who knew—maybe the universe would do me a solid.
Maybe I’d even make it.
She was all I could think about as I drove to the house, pulled into the drive. Walked in, wishing she was there. I didn’t know how lonely it was here until I didn’t have her, and now I could barely stand to be there for the silence.
I sighed, reaching between my shoulder blades to grab my shirt and pull it off as I walked into my room and?—
I froze, shirt half off, staring.
Maybe I was hallucinating.
Maybe I was still drunk.
Jessa couldn’t really be asleep in my bed.
She was curled up in a ball around one of my pillows, her golden hair spilled across another. And she was still wearing that zebra dress with all the stripes on it that hurt my brain.
I fucking loved it.
My heart kickstarted to life in my chest. I tore my shirt off and threw it as I crawled into bed, caging her beneath me—she stirred at the contact before her eyes popped open and she gasped through a smile.
“You’re here,” she said, her voice raspy. Her hand cupped my face.
“You’re in my bed.”
“It smells like you.” She moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. “I can hardly stand it.”
“Goddammit, I missed you.” My lips were just a few inches from hers, my hands bracketing her face.
“I missed you too. I...I have things to tell you.” She was smiling.
I was smiling. “Tell me you’re gonna stay.”
She tipped her head and laughed. “I’m gonna stay.”
I breathed for the first time in days. “Oh, thank God.”
And I crashed into her like a tidal wave. We were a crushing of lips, a tumbling of tongues. Hands seeking, hearts happy.
I didn’t think I’d been so happy in my whole life.
I breathed her like I was suffocating, noisy and greedy and relieved. And then we were a tangle of arms and legs and stripes.
