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“You blush so pretty,” he told her, only making her blush harder. “Now ask me what you want to know.”
Twisting her hand in the front of his dark tee, she tugged him close, until his ear was only a breath from her mouth. “Did we do it?” she hissed.
This time he didn’t bother with a soft chuckle. Instead, he gave a full-on belly laugh as he pulled away. “No,” he stage-whispered. “We did not.”
They didn’t?
“But I do remember kissing you, don’t I?”
The smile melted from his face. He cleared his throat. “Yes, that happened.”
“And we were . . . I mean you were. . .” She’d felt him hard against her. At least she’d thought she had.
He raised both brows, waiting for her to continue.
“I thought maybe when we went inside we . . .”
“Before or after you threw up?”
Heat washed over her. Sweat dampened her palms. “I’m sorry about that. I—”
“I told you last night not to apologize. That asshole and his friends kept feeding you drinks. That’s on them, not you.”
“Still. I should have been more aware. I’m a little out of practice, I guess.” She knew better than to take drinks from a stranger or leave her friends. But she hadn’t actually taken any drinks. If what Seth said was true, they’d just refilled the one she had when she wasn’t looking. She’d never even thought of that.
“In a perfect world you wouldn’t need to practice, men just wouldn’t be assholes and you could have a good time.”
She nudged him with her elbow. “Not all men are assholes.”
He cast her a side glance. “You sure about that? You don’t even know me.” He tossed her own words from the day before back at her.
“Well, I’m starting to. Any guy that would step in and stop whatever that guy was planning last night, then hold my hair back while I puked in his bathroom, can’t be an asshole.”
“I thought you said you didn’t remember.”
She shrugged. “I remember some things.”
“Like how you were drunk, and I kissed you anyway?”
She winked. “I don’t remember me giving you a chance to stop me.”
The smile returned to his face, making those dimples she loved so much pop. Without thinking, she traced one with the tip of her finger. He brought his gaze up to hers and swallowed slowly.
She dropped her hand. What was she thinking? He’d offered her an escape from all the flirting and coupling off, and here she was throwing herself at him.
“Sorry,” she whispered, fisting her hands in her lap.
Putting his hand over hers, he gave a quick squeeze. “Do you do that a lot?”
“What?”
“Apologize.”
Her first response was to say no, but she stopped. She didn’t used to apologize a lot. Before she’d gotten married, she didn’t have anyone to apologize to. She lived alone. She traveled the country alone. She answered to no one but herself. But all that changed when she met Kyle. She settled down in his hometown, she worked at his hospital, she stopped going by Corey. She started apologizing for not being the version of her everyone seemed to expect.
“I’ll work on it,” she promised.
“Only if you want to. If you enjoy apologizing, by all means, keep going. But something tells me it doesn’t come naturally to you.”
