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He helps her up the stairs, and Spence and Charlotte say their goodbyes. I take April’s hand, and we continue to walk to our room.
She hiccups in an exaggerated way as she looks up at me, and I smile down at her. Even blind drunk, she’s adorable.
“I like your friends.” She beams.
“They like you.”
“Really?” She seems surprised. “Because I like them.”
“Yes, you just told me.”
“Did I?” She frowns.
I lead her up the stairs, and she sways as I unlock the door.
“Are you all right?” I ask.
She nods. “Yep.” She hiccups again.
“Why did you drink so much?”
“It was Charlotte,” she slurs.
I frown. “Charlotte?”
“Yes, I had to drink for her, too.”
I chuckle. “That makes sense.” I lead her into our room. “Bed.”
“No, I need a shower.” She rises on her toes to kiss me. “Can you run us a shower, babe?”
I smile against her lips.
“You owe me an orgasm.” She smiles sexily and cups my cock in my pants.
Blood starts to swirl around my body. Now that I can do. Even drunk, this woman is hot for it. “All right.”
I walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on. I retrieve the towels, undress, and I get under the water to wash myself. I give myself a few sneaky strokes.
Hmm, yes, I feel like this. I imagine how good she’s going to feel around me.
“April.” I smile. “Come and get it.”
Silence.
“April?” I frown. What’s she doing out there?
Silence.
I walk out of the bathroom and around the corner to see her curled up on the end of the bed, still in her dress, fast asleep.
I exhale heavily. This is not what I had planned.
I pick her up and put her bed, taking her shoes off. I pull the sheet up over her and kiss her forehead as I brush the hair back from her face.
I frown as I stare down at her. I didn’t realize how much I’ve been missing by being alone. This weekend has opened my eyes, and I feel like this is a turning point in our relationship.
I bend and kiss her again. I kiss her shoulder, her cheek, her arm, and I just can’t get close enough.
I lie down beside her and hold her in my arms. She’s dead to the world, fast asleep, but it makes me feel better by holding her close.
The longer I hold her, the stronger my need becomes. I get up and return to the shower. I see the lube and squirt some into my hand.
No use wasting this boner. I may as well help myself.
April
I sit in the sun, my sunglasses on. I’m somewhere between Heaven and Hell.
Being hungover is bad.
Feeling near death from alcohol poisoning while sitting in the sun at a wedding is the fucking worst.
We are on the beach, sitting on the chairs that are lined up in pretty rows as we wait for the bride to arrive.
I am in a world of pain with absolutely no sympathy from Sebastian.
Bree is worse, and Charlotte thinks this is the funniest thing that has ever happened.
Brielle has been throwing up non-stop all morning.
“Oh.” Brielle sighs and holds her head. “I swear to God, I’m literally dying here. If I even see a bottle of sangria again, I’ll throw up. That shit is the Devil.”
“It doesn’t come in a bottle,” Julian says, staring straight ahead. “It’s a cocktail.”
She rolls her eyes, annoyed by his response. “How come you’re not sick, April? Do you have an iron stomach or something?”
“Trust me, I am,” I whisper.
Not a lie. I really am feeling as sick as a dog.
“Some people can handle their liquor,” Julian replies.
“Did you bring me any water?” she asks him.
“Do I look like I have water?” He holds his hands out.
“Seriously, Jules, if you love me, you will go find me some water. I’m so dehydrated, I’m turning into a sultana.”
Julian rolls his eyes.
Sebastian smirks, and I can tell that Julian and Brielle’s conversations often keep everyone entertained.
“And if you love me, you wouldn’t expect me to fly all the way to the Maldives to be your hydration slave. Your condition is self-inflicted. Suck it up, princess,” Julian replies flatly.
Spencer drops his head and chuckles.
Sebastian glances over at me and gives me a soft smile. I reach over to take his hand and pull it into my lap.
This all feels so natural and not at all what I expected. I really like his friends. They’re my kind of people. The girls are around my age, and we have a natural rapport. Spencer and Julian are dry and witty.
Spencer is soft and swoony, and Julian is a hard ass, although I kind of get the feeling he’s a big softy underneath, too.
And then there’s my man, Sebastian Garcia.
Tall, dark, handsome, guarded and damaged.
Perhaps the most beautiful man I’ve ever been with. In terms of looks, definitely, but it’s his heart that has me convinced. He’s like an onion. With every layer that I slowly peel back, I get a little more from our relationship.
