“I’ll be fine as soon as my wolf wakes up and my healing kicks in,” I mutter, dropping my gaze back to my too-bright computerscreen. In my peripheral vision I see Matty’s mouth hinge open like he’s going to say something else, but he evidently thinks better of it and a tense silence descends over us instead. My head throbs as I try to force my eyes to focus on my computer monitor.
“So, are we gonna talk about it?” Matty asks hesitantly.
“Talk about what?” I reply absently.
“Last night.”
I dart a glance toward the back of the room, even though I already know Cam and Avery aren’t at their desks. They don’t typically come into the command center until after the squad’s morning training session.
“What about last night?” I murmur as my eyes return to my screen.
“You know…”
His stare burns into my face, and it takes everything in me to resist looking up at him as I mumble, “No, I don’t.”
“Blair,” Matty coaxes, dropping his voice lower and leaning in. “Youkissedme.”
I snort a laugh, still refusing to look up at him. “No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, youdid.”
“You’re delusional,” I scoff.
He slumps back in his chair with a huff, brows knitting together. “You really don’t remember that kiss? Or what happened after I brought you home?”
Thatgets my attention. My eyes snap up, heart stuttering a beat when our gazes collide. Anxiety climbs as I comb through my hazy memories of last night, realizing that I have no recollection of walking home from the bar, changing into my pajamas, getting into bed…
“What?” I choke, my brain short-circuiting.
“We had sex,” he deadpans.
“Wewhat?!” I screech, shooting up to my feet. My hair swishes around my face as I shake my head adamantly, throwing up my hands. “No, absolutelynot.”
It’s not possible. No matter how drunk I was, I definitely would’ve remembered if that forbidden fantasy finally came to fruition. And considering the weapon of mass destruction he’s hiding in his boxers, there’s no way I wouldn’t be sore this morning.
Matty cracks a smile. “You’re right, we didn’t.” He points a finger in my direction. “But wedidkiss.”
I blink back at him as his words slowly sink in. At first, they bring relief, but the longer he wears that smug look on his face, the faster my relief gives way to fury.
“What the fuck, Matty?” I snarl, slapping my palms down against my desk. “Why would you lie about that?”
“Why would you lie about kissing me?” he counters, arching a brow.
I huff out an agitated breath as I drop back into my desk chair, stabbing my fingers through my hair. “You’re an asshole.”
“Takes one to know one,” he teases, those perfect lips that I had no business kissing curving into a smile.
I glare daggers at him as I cross my arms. “That kiss was a mistake,” I hiss, tongue dripping with venom. “As far as I’m concerned, it never happened, so just… don’t bring it up again. Ever. Matter of fact, let’s go back to only talking when it has to do with work.”
A flash of hurt sparks in his blue eyes, his nostrils flaring. “So that’s how it’s gonna be?”
“Yup,” I say, popping the P.
“Blair…”
The grit in his voice scrapes at something deep inside me, a dull ache taking root in my chest.
“It. Didn’t. Happen,” I bite out, stubbornly ignoring the riot of emotions threatening to surge forth.
