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WINTER
Wakingup with a hangover and a massive headache has got to be one of the worst feelings in the world. And that’s exactly how I feel when I wake up and feel nothing but the pounding in my skull. I let out a groan at the intensity of the pain.
My mouth feels as dry as cotton and I’m thinking I probably shouldn’t have downed almost an entire bottle of whiskey. I would have drunk the whole thing though if Grayson hadn’t thrown my bottle away. What a jerk, am I right?
I go to move my head and become aware of something hard under me and it’s so uncomfortable. I let out another groan and move with the intention of turning and finding a comfier position before going right back to sleep, but as I move my hand across the hard surface, I realize it’s someone’s abs.
I blindly feel around and yep, it’s definitely a naked chest. Dear God, please don’t tell me I slept with Mason again because that would be the ultimate humiliation if I’m being honest after what I witnessed last night in his room. The fucking disgusting pig!
My memories from last night are fuzzy at best so I have no clue where the hell I am right now. I think I made it as far as the back door before throwing up and then passing out in Grayson’s arms. I had been leaning on him heavily for the walk home from the beach. Yeah, not my finest moment, though it’s not like I’ve had any fine moments since coming back to this dreadful place.
Not wanting to be a coward and put this off any longer, I finally, albeit slowly, open my eyes and turn to peek up at the person next to me. A gasp escapes me, and I jerk away from him so fast and into a sitting position, the sudden movement causes my head to throb more, and I let out another groan.
The sheet that was covering my body slips down to my waist and when I look down, I see that I’m only in my bra and panties. What the hell? Grayson has some fucking explaining to do. I let out a growl before smacking him on the chest to wake his dumbass up. I’m seriously confused as hell right now and need some answers before I lose my shit on him.
“Oww! What the hell, babe?” he cries out while rubbing his chest on the spot I hit.
“What the hell, Grayson? What did you do to me? Oh my God! Please tell me we didn’t have sex again because I will fucking lose my shit!” I practically yell and then tone it down a bit and take in a deep breath. The sound of my voice is increasing my headache.
“What? Damn, babe, I wouldn’t do that to you,” he says in an innocent tone that I don’t buy.
“Oh, but wouldn’t you? You’ve done it before,” I say in a dry tone, reminding him that he was a part of hurting me along with his brother.
“Relax,” he says in a calm voice and that just makes me more irritated.
“What the hell am I doing in here half-naked?” I snap at him. I bend down to take stock of my hoo-ha. I don’t feel any twinges of pain that would suggest I’ve been fucked, so that’s a good sign, I guess. I breathe easier knowing that we didn’t do anything.
The King men are snakes and not to be trusted. I really need to act like I have a brain and stay away from them all. The asshole doesn’t say anything for a while. He just leaves me here waiting before giving me one of his devastatingly handsome and cheeky smiles. That smile alone reminds me of the boy I used to know, and I feel a pang of sadness shoot through my chest. I no longer know this man in front of me either.
“You know, I think your memory is quite lacking these days. Did you forget about the conversation we had last night?” he questions with a raised eyebrow.
“What conversation?” I ask, groaning because I know I’m going to regret starting this talk in a minute.
“The one about us dating now,” he replies with a smirk on his face.
“I swear to God, Grayson King, I’m going to murder you before your stupid brother has a chance to if you don’t tell me what the hell you’re on!” I yell at him.
“Geez, would you calm your tits down! Okay, all we did was cuddle innocently. You know like we used to before—” he says in a much softer voice now before he cuts off the rest of what he was about to say. But I know what he means by before.
“Yeah, well, you fucked our relationship up on your own because you wanted to hurt me as much as your brother did. I don’t know if we can ever go back to being close like that. You used to be my confidant, Gray, but now you’re one of the people I despise,” I say, feeling the sadness and loss of how our relationship died a cold and brutal death creep up on me.
“I know and I don’t blame you for hating me,” he says in a voice that almost sounds sad, but I don’t trust it or him yet, and I’m not sure if I ever will again.
In a flash, he grips me around the waist and pulls me back to lie on his chest again. I struggle because I don’t want him to tell me the lies he thinks I want to hear and then be dumb enough to fall for them.
“Just lie here for a second. I do miss you, you know?” he says, and I can’t help but let out a snort.
“If I was stupid, I’d believe you. Anyway, you still haven’t told me why I’m only in my bra and panties,” I say to remind him of the conversation we were having.
“Your clothes had sand and some puke on them. When we got up here, I was too lazy to go look for your clothes. Plus, I figured since we’re dating now, some eye candy wouldn’t have been so bad,” he says cheekily, and I roll my eyes at him.
“You could have just taken me to said room and left me there, you know,” I grumble.
“Why? What if you had died during the night, like by choking on your own puke or something? You know things like that happen. So, you see, technically, I’m your hero.” He winks, and I roll my eyes again at his craziness.
“You’re ridiculous!” I laugh.
“Just think of it as being in your bikini all night,” he tells me.
