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Glancing at him as he speaks, I quickly avert my eyes.
He’s only wearing boxers!
I know I’ve seen him and every other guy on the team in just about this much clothing, but it’s completely different when it’s not at work. I’m not looking at any of them like that there.
As my heartbeat intensifies, Brady makes it worse. So, so much worse.
Casually, he slides under the covers on his side and leans back to grab his own mug.
He looks good enough to eat with his flexing muscles and defined abs pronounced as he takes a sip of his coffee.
“I think I feel pretty okay,” I lie.
Actually, this is the hangover from Hell. Stretching my muscles gingerly, I straighten my legs and can’t help admiring the sheets under me—again.“How about you?”
“How about you?” I ask him.
I’m desperate to change the subject as I continue to get my bearings.
I try to discreetly pull the sheet up to give myself a bit more modesty. Not like there’s too much of a point. He’s already seen me stark naked running out of his bathroom after using his tub.
“Well, I was more worried about your stomach. No nausea or anything?”
He slides his hips closer to me and folds his right leg up so it’s touching my thigh.
He’s looking at me earnestly.
“Oh, no. I feel fine,” I lie again.
An almost comical look of relief passes over his features. “I wasn’t sure how you would feel. I was worried enough about you that I moved you into my room. I hope you don’t mind. I was just making sure you were good,” he explains.
“It seemed like you enjoyed yourself last night. Not that I’m complaining or anything.”
He smirks and laughs. “I really wasn’t sure how much you could handle. You aren’t very big.”
My face reddens even more. Could this be any more humiliating?
“I amsosorry,” I apologize.
Turning, I put the coffee cup on my nightstand to give him my undivided attention. It’s only as I’m turning back that I realize that I probably just flashed him my ass in my no seam G-string underwear.
Oops. Kind of.
As I turn back around towards him, he’s right in my space.
“What exactly are you sorry for?” he prods, now bracing his arm behind me on the top of the headboard.
Did he move closer?
“I…for everything really. But specifically for me being such a manic, insecure mess when I practically jumped you last night.”
“Well, don’t worry about it. I had a blast, too, Izzie,” he assures me.
Reaching towards me, he brushes some stray hairs from my face and tucks them back over my shoulder, touching my skin briefly.
“Well, thank you again, too. The whole night meant...a lot...to me.”
My words are dragging. My head is going fuzzy. Leaning in as I finish my thought, I connect my lips with his in a brief, chaste kiss.
