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“Anything.”
“Do you think I’m unlovable?”Oh, hell.Tears stream down my cheeks.
Theo shakes his head and perhaps it’s my foggy vision playing tricks on me, but it looks like he’s teary eyed too.
“You are the most loveable person I’ve ever met.” Theo presses his body against the door, strands of his dark hair falling over his eye. “You just met the wrong guy before the right one.”
I lean over to my nightstand and snatch a couple tissue and blow my nose. I forget Theo is standing in the threshold and curl on my side and throw the covers over my head.
Chapter Eleven
I smell bacon. I force my eyes to open and that is when the rush of pain slams into every inch of my head with the force of a train.
Hell. Hellfire and broomsticks. Hell to the tenth power.
Sitting up takes all my will power. And even then, it takes me an embarrassing amount of time to do it. I flip the covers off me and slide my feet to the floor. I expect to feel the lush carpet in my toes but realize I never took my clothes off from the night before. My wedges are strapped to my ankles and the ache of my feet being confined for hours has taken its toll. I lift one leg up toward me and rip the shoe off and repeat the process with the other leg.
“Ahhhhh,” I moan in relief.
I shuffle to the bathroom and finally catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I gasp at the gremlin staring back at me and silently pray I didn’t end the night looking this way and that it was all my pillow’s fault.
I strip last night’s outfit off, smelling of booze and bad decisions, and hop in a steaming hot shower. Some of last night is coming back to me in bits and pieces, horror settling in the pit of my stomach.
I sangI Will Survivein front of at least a hundred people. One of those people being Theo. If I could drown myself in the shower, I would consider it.
Did he carry me upstairs?
And did I bite my lip trying to seduce him at the bar?
Oh. My. God. Did I cry in front of him?
I bang my head against the tile wall, standing underneath the rainforest showerhead and mentally let the water wash away my shame.
There is no way Theo is in the living room. After my sloppy drunken state last night, I wouldn’t blame him for disappearing. Pretending we didn’t know each other.
My head shoots up, my eyes so big I fear they might actually pop out of my skull.
Did I ask him if I was unlovable?
DID. I. ASK. THAT. GORGEOUS. MAN. IF. I. WAS. UNLOVABLE??
If I were a cartoon character this would be the point of the sketch where steam shot out of my ears and my head proceeded to explode.
I can never show my face again. What he must think of me. I rub my hands over my face. But I can’t hide in the shower stall forever. Eventually, I will need to crawl out of my deep, dark cave of horror to eat. Because of course I would. Eating is one of the great pleasures of my life.
I finish washing and wrap a towel around myself. I open the door and the coolness of the air conditioning hits my skin, sending thousands of goosebumps rippling across my body. I flip the lid of my luggage and start rummaging for an outfit. I settle on a pair of shorts and a loose-fitting tank.
I leave my wet hair down and slip my feet into my slides. My focus shifts to the double doors that lead to the living room. I don’t hear him out there. I check the alarm clock on the nightstand and it’s already nine in the morning. Maybe he went downstairs for breakfast. I suppose I will have to face him later, before meeting up with his family to begin the Wedding Games as Sarah so thoughtfully and sweetly calls them.
I whip the doors open and saunter out into the living room. Theo isn’t on the sofa and there’s no trace of him having slept there. I glance out toward the balcony but other than the beautiful view, there is nothing to see. I fold my arms across my chest.
“Good morning.”
Theo’s voice startles me, and I spin around to see him leaning against the little kitchenette I failed to see upon arrival yesterday. He is drinking from his coffee mug, a twinkle in his eyes.
“You’re still here,” I say before I think it through, like normal.
“Where else would I be?” He cocks his head to the side, clearly baffled by my question.
