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How tempting would it be to slide between the sheets with her?
Instead of admitting that she’s right, I pick up the paperback on her nightstand and turn it over to see what she’s been reading. It’s a surprise to find a bare-chested man on the cover. No matter what I was expecting, this wasn’t it.
I take a closer look.
Exactly how many abs does this dude have?
There’s no damn way this image isn’t photoshopped.
Sure, I’ve got abdominals, but not eight of them. And I spend hours a day working out, keeping myself in tip-top condition.
I glance at her. “I didn’t peg you for the romance novel type.”
A smile quirks her lips. “It belongs to Carina. She claims there’s a lot of stuff I can learn from it.”
Interest piqued, I skim a few pages. “Oh yeah? Like what?”
She cups her hands around her mouth and drops her voice to a loud whisper as if someone might overhear her. “Sexy stuff.”
I raise a brow. “And have you?”
Color blooms in her cheeks as her gaze flickers away. “Yes.”
Before I can delve deeper into this interesting convo and ferret out specifics, her eyelids drift shut. Within a matter of seconds, she’s snoring softly.
I glance from her to the paperback still clutched in my hand before turning it over and reading the blurb on the back. It’s a college romance about a hockey player and the girl who falls for him.
Interesting.
I slip my phone from my back pocket and snap a pic of the list and then the book before settling in the papasan chair crammed in the corner of her room and stretching out my legs.
How can I leave Juliette alone when her roommate is still out partying?
What if she throws up or something?
Guess I’ll just stay and wait. Once Carina returns, I’ll head back to the house.
And while I’m here, might as well take a peek at all the sexy stuff she’s been reading.
CHAPTER11
JULIETTE
It’s the bright sunlight slanting through the window and penetrating the delicate skin of my eyelids that has me reluctantly surfacing from a deep slumber. Unwilling to give in just yet, I roll over and groan when the throbbing in my head picks up tempo, thudding an insistent beat that refuses to be silenced.
Oh god.
With my eyes squeezed tightly closed, I raise my arm, bringing my fingers to my forehead to rub gently. It feels like there are tiny men inside my brain gleefully hammering away. I’ve never been a person prone to migraines, but if I were, this is exactly what I imagine one would feel like.
I don’t understand…
What the hell happened last night?
Another tortured groan escapes from me as an image of belting back a cup of beer at the party flashes through my brain.
And then another.
And probably a couple more after that.
