Page 105 of Tell Me Something

“I know. Me, too. But you should go and have fun with your brother.” I slowly got out of the bed and righted my dress before unzipping it completely and stepping out of it.

He quirked a brow. “Are you trying to get me to stay?”

I smiled, enjoying a moment of female empowerment. “While that’s tempting, I’m changing into jeans and now new underwear. I want to eat.”

He watched as I crossed into the bathroom in order to wash up. He was still watching when I came out to don new clothes. “You all right?” He looked concerned, stopping me in my tracks.

“Of course. Why do you ask?”

“I want to make sure we’re good, that you don’t feel weird about, um—”

“A quickie?” I supplied and watched his wince. I crossed over, put my arms around him, and kissed him. “I know that you respect me for a lot more than my body. I only wish you could confide in me about where these trust issues come from.”

“Haylee, we’ve gone over this. I’m not burdening you with my past.”

“I don’t think of it as a burden. I see it as helping me understand and maybe be a little more sensitive.”

“I need to get back.” He kissed me again and strode out, a man intent on returning to his brother’s party and avoiding the subject at hand.

I WOKE up when I felt Josh climb into bed with me. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was three in the morning.

He nuzzled my shoulder, and I realized he was completely naked. “Haylee,” he whispered.

I found his insistent lips. “Ugh, you taste like cigarette smoke and whiskey.”

“Sorry, I just had to feel you tonight, but I can go.”

“No, stay. But no kissing on the mouth,” I giggled, turning back around and feeling his lips on my neck.

“Deal, and I’m sorry. I smoked a cigar, but no cigarettes.”

“Mm, you don’t have to answer to me. I merely want you to live longer because you’re sooo much older than I am.”

He chuckled. “Feisty. I like that.”

I felt my panties being tugged down, and then his fingers were working me.

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

“I am, always.”

“WHERE ARE YOU GOING?” Josh questioned, his voice still rough from the night before. He sat up slightly and grimaced.

I sympathized. “I put some ibuprofen and a glass of water next to the bed for you.”

“It’s been awhile since I’ve had a hangover like this. Thank you.”

“You do it for me, so it’s the least I can do in return.”

“My throat feels like crap, probably that damn cigar,” he admitted. “Come here.” He patted the bed, and I shook my head.

“I’m heading down to the gym before checkout. I need a good run.”

He looked disappointed, and I was about to change my mind when a knock at the door surprised us both. “Did you order breakfast up?”

“No, I didn’t.”

The knock came again, and I waited to answer until Josh gathered his clothes and went into the bathroom. I looked through the peephole and sucked in a breath. Crap. Opening it slightly, I gave a tight smile to Colby.