Page 6 of It Should Have Been You

“You passed out,” Logan says, his voice teasing.

Embarrassment floods me. Of course I did. In front of a man who is probably used to women throwing themselves at him, I had to go and faint. I groan and bury my face in my hands.

“It happens more than you think,” he reassures. “You sure you don’t want a tattoo of your own now?”

I shake my head, the room spinning slightly. “I think I’ve had enough excitement for one night.”

Accepting Logan’s hand on my back as support, I sit up, and when I do the embarrassment washes over me.

“How long was I out?”

“Just a few seconds. A real damsel in distress, you fell right into Logan’s lap,” Kim answers.

I shake my head.

Don’t tell me anything else. I don’t want to know.Better still, kill me, and put me out of my misery.

“But then you sat down and just kind of… fell asleep.”

Horrified, my eyes bulge. “Fell asleep?”

“I knew you were working too hard.”

I finally find the courage to look around.

Last I remember, there was only three of us here.

I take a head count.

Six people.

Jesus, Beth.

When the ground doesn’t open, I raise mortified eyes, and finally greet my beautiful crowd. “Hi, and sorry.”

A young woman shoves her way to my side. She takes a seat next to me. Her smile is warm and makes me feel marginally better. Pulling her long, ebony hair back from her shoulders, she pats my thigh. “Don’t worry about it. You’re not the first, and you’re far from the last to pass out here. I’m Molly.” Her eyes are blue, startling so.

“Bethany Rose, these are my brothers, Jaxson and Archer.” The men I’ve already seen but only in the picture flash a heart racing smile at me. “And this is Eden.” I can’t see her face because she’s hidden behind the wall that is the King brothers, but I see a glimpse of roaring red hair peek out through the gap in their shoulders. She waves her hand in the air. “Hey.”

“Nice to kind of meet you, Eden.”

“Embarrassed?” Kim bites her lip, trying to stifle the laughter.

“Thoroughly… Wait. Is your tattoo finished?”

Christ, I hope it is.

“All done.” She lifts her shirt to show a string of butterflies along her ribcage covered in clear film.

“I didn’t even get the photos you wanted.”

“We have plenty of time for photos.”

I glare at her. We always had lots of time for photos. I didn’t need to be here, passed out on a strangely comfortable couch.

Her phone buzzes for what seems like the fifth time since I woke.

“What is it?”

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