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I dropped onto the sofa, grabbed a cushion, and buried my face into it so I could scream.
He sat down next to me and patted my knee. “Dear, dear. You’re in quite the pickle, aren’t you?”
“Says you,” I muttered. “You’re not exactly here because you’re lighting the world on fire with your romance.”
“Low blow, Ellie.”
“Sorry.”
“You’re not, are you?”
“Not really.” I looked at him. “Why didn’t you tell me you were almost here?”
“Why? Would you have delayed your snog-a-thon until later?”
“No. I’d have locked the door and made you wait outside while I had the best sex of my life,” I sniffed, grabbing my wine glass.
Kevin eyed me. “How do you know he’d be that good?”
“If he fucks like he kisses, I’m going to come so hard I’ll pass out.”
My brother bobbed his head sagely. “That’s fair. Do you have any more of that wine?”
“In the fridge.”
He got up and disappeared, and I fell back against the soft cushions.
God, I was in so much trouble. I had no doubt that if Kev hadn’t walked in just then, I absolutely would be naked on this sofa right now. There was no way I’d be able to stop myself from doing more with Max if we were in that situation again.
I didn’twantto stop.
I was smarting from the fact I had to, even though I would probably wake up tomorrow and realise it was for the best.
I could be impulsive sometimes.
And no matter what happened, I knew there wouldn’t be a happy ending here. Max’s position on relationships was airtight. He wasn’t going to change his mind just because he’d met me, and that was fine.
Maybe I needed a fling.
It’d been a while since I’d put myself out there for dating, and a fling with Max could be what I needed.
Yes, all right, I’d rejected the idea of sleeping with him before, but he hadn’t kissed me then.
This was purely a decision based upon the current state of my hormones, for what it was worth. The rational half of me was not involved in it whatsoever.
Emotions be damned.
Mine were going to damn me anyway.
Kev returned with an empty glass and the bottle of wine I’d opened earlier this evening. “I thought we’d need this.”
I nodded. “Good call. Talk to me about what happened.”
He sighed, sitting down. “Do I have to? It was a long bloody drive up here, and I’m tired. Can we do that tomorrow?”
I eyed him and sipped my now-warm wine, then held the glass out for him to top it up while he was pouring his. “All right. But only because I don’t feel like talking, either.”
Kev filled my glass and sat down next to me. “At least you got some inspiration for your book tonight.”
