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His grip tightened around my waist as he cut me off. “I’d never hurt you, Becca.”
“I know.”
I did.
It was weird. We didn’t know each other, not really, but my gut instinct told me I could trust him. He’d proved it more than once.
“For a small girl, you weigh a ton,” he grumbled, searching his jeans pocket for his keys. The Impala bleeped, and he made easy work of holding me up while opening the passenger side door and shoving me inside.
I plopped into the seat, and my head rolled limply against the leather. It smelled of Evan, the whole car did, and I inhaled deeply, letting his scent fill my lungs. Leather and coffee, or maybe it was cocoa.
“Did you just smell my car?” The almost playful tone was back in his voice, if a guy like Evan could be playful.
“Maybe.” I grinned like a fool. Maybe it was the alcohol or the fact I was here in Evan’s car again, but tonight had been a good night. Except for the black hole when I tried to remember the rest of the night. But I didn’t want to dwell on that, not while I was with Evan.
Evan’s here. I dragged a hand to my face.“My face feels weird.”
“Close your eyes,” he whispered. “It’ll wear off soon.”
* * *
“Ugh,”I groaned, pressing my head into my hand to try to relieve some of the pain splintering through my skull.
“I think she’s awake,” a voice, far too excited for my current mood, chirped.
“She looks pretty out of it to me,” another voice said.
I groaned again, rolling my tongue around my gross tasting mouth.
“See. There, she moved, Ev. She’s awake, so can we make her coffee now? Preeeease?”
I peeked an eye open. Evan ruffled the source of the high-pitched noise’s hair. The little boy smiled up at him, holding out his arms. Evan leaned down and swept him up, causing baby laughter to fill the room.
“Make the noise stop,” I grumbled. “Please.”
They both laughed.
“Evan?” My voice cracked, dry from the night before. The beer. The shots. Was Ithatdrunk? Obviously out of it enough to forget how I’d ended up here.
Oh God, how embarrassing.
His eyes narrowed as he mouthed“I’ll be right back.”
“Let’s get you to the kitchen,” he told the boy.
The boy cheered, and they disappeared. I sat up, testing my coordination. A brass band rattled inside my head. My mouth was drier than the Sahara. And my body felt heavy, and everything ached. The memory of how I’d ended up here—in Evan’s bed—was missing from my mind. I almost didn’t want to look under the comforter, but relief washed over me when I peeked an eye underneath and saw I was dressed.
Slowly, my eyes adjusted to the unfamiliar room. The walls were a dark gray color—the color of Evan’s eyes when he was annoyed—with lighter stripes running around the top. There was a white desk and a dresser and the bed. It was only small and sparsely decorated, but somehow, it completely suited Evan.
Voices filtered through the room, and I sat up a little straighter, smoothing down my hair and checking my breath. As if it wasn’t mortifying enough waking up in Evan’s bed, I knew I had to look like a total mess, but I was too hungover to care.
“We made coffee with marshmallows.” The little boy raced into the room and jumped up on the bed, causing my stomach to lurch.
“Oh, wow.” I forced a smile. “That sounds…” My eyes collided with Evan’s, and I cocked an eyebrow fighting back the urge to gag. “Delicious.”
“I’m Eli.” He held out his hand eagerly.
“Nice to meet you, Eli.” I wiped my hand down my leg before taking his small hand and shaking it. “I’m Becca.”
