“I got my T-shirt back,” he mumbled against her neck. She chuckled and would have responded, but the next sound he made was a soft snore.
I just had sex with my best friendwas the last thought she had before falling asleep in his arms.
Chapter Six
Noah woke up when the alarm went off at what felt like a ridiculously early hour, but he didn’t move and his eyes were barely open long enough to register the sunlight filling the room before he closed them again. There was no way he could face this morning after without a plan.
He wasn’t a morning person at the best of times, though, and the only plan he could come up with was pretending he was still asleep while he figured out how the hell he was supposed to process the fact he’d had sex with Carly last night.
Great sex. With Carly.
But when she leaned over to turn the alarm off, her hair tickled his nose. He didn’t sneeze, but he shuddered and scrubbed at his nose with his hand. Rather than listen to her giving him a hard time about fake-sleeping to avoid conversation with his fake girlfriend, he opened his eyes.
She flopped back onto the pillow and he couldn’t help but notice the covers had slipped down and her breasts were bare and not very far away. And just like that, his dick was hard.
Morning wood, he told himself. Totally normal for a guy, and had nothing to do with his best friend’s boobs.
“Coffee,” she muttered, and he couldn’t tell if she was just wishing for some or asking him to make it, but it gave him a reason to dodge the awkwardness of getting out of bed.
After pulling on the boxer briefs he found on the floor, he went through the steps of making her a cup of coffee with the small brewer sitting on the desk. It didn’t matter how nice a hotel or inn was, the coffee situation was always a pain in the ass.
When he carried the cup over to set it on the nightstand next to her, he noticed she’d not only pulled the covers up, but managed to retrieve his T-shirt and put it on while his back was turned.
Once his coffee was ready, he walked back to the bed. The fabric of the armchair looked too fussy and rough to be comfortable against bare skin, and he wasn’t going to shower and get dressed until after he’d had his coffee. So he set the cup on his nightstand and after fluffing his pillows, he climbed onto the bed and sat leaning against the headboard. He was going to stay on top of the covers, but it was chilly in the room and he had that whole painful erection thing to consider. It might be normal, but he didn’t care to have it on display.
She turned the television on and went through the channels until she found the news, but the sound was low and she didn’t bother turning it up.
“Are we going to talk about this?” she asked after what felt like the longest awkward silence they’d ever experienced with each other.
“Do we have to?” He sighed. “I guess forgetting it happened is out of the question?”
“Maybe if it had sucked I could, but I’ll be honest. I’m not going to forget last night.”
“It definitely didn’t suck.” Last night had actually blown his freaking mind, but he was afraid of making things even weirder than they were already.
“We’re adults,” she continued. “And we had a lot to drink.”
“Yeah.” He hadn’t, actually. He’d been on the heading-toward-drunk side of pleasantly buzzed, but he hadn’t been drunk.
But if being drunk was an easy out that kept sex—reallyfun, smokin’-hot sex—from affecting their friendship, he could roll with it.
“You’re not really saying much, Noah, and it makes me nervous. What are you really thinking right now?”
“I hear everything you’re saying, but my mind’s pretty much stuck on the fact we had sex.”
“Obviously. But what are you thinkingaboutthat?”
He could lie. He probably should, actually, but she could usually tell when he was lying to her. “Honestly? I’m wondering if we can do it again.”
She didn’t say anything and, since Carly was rarely at a loss for words, panic prickled his scalp. He’d blown it. He should have lied.
“Are you talking about a ‘what happens on the Cape stays on the Cape’ kind of thing?”
Relief would have made his knees wobble if he’d been standing up. “Yeah, something like that.”
“I guess that makes sense. We’ve done everything else together, so why not sex, right? Skiing, kayaking, four-wheeling, sex, hiking.”
“Just for the record, sex is a lot more fun than hiking.” He pulled her closer until she got the hint and straddled his lap. “Especially with you, so we should definitely make the most of this weekend.”
