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I had no doubt she would, but for now I took the win and held her close. The long ass day, the bruises, and the lack of sleep from the night before caught up with me.
I tried to keep my eyes open, but her scent and warmth dragged me under.
My last thought was that there were way worse places to land.
Chapter21
Helena
Let Me Woo You
I woke with a heavy arm around me and one hand on my breast.
Not generally how I started my morning.
It made up for the light show behind my eyes, which paired nicely with the cotton taste in my mouth. I turned my face into the pillow to kill the lights and woke up the angry demon with a jackhammer trying to find a way into my temple.
What the hell had been in those drinks?
“How are you feeling, Britney?”
I frowned. Beckett?
Who the hell was Britney? Then I froze and looked down at the hand. The familiar scarring on the knuckles was a relief. At least I hadn’t brought a stranger home with me.
“I know we only spent one night together, but I’d like to think you remembered my name.”
He kissed the back of my neck with a chuffing laugh. “No part of you is forgettable, Helena. It was more for the show you put on last night with the bridal party.”
The quick roll of sweet warmth warred with the snapshots replaying behind my pulsing eyelids. A boa and a nineties’ Britney Spears hit added to my fuzzy memories. Day drinking wasn’t my usual MO. Not to say I hadn’t done my fair share of it in college or during the occasional brunch, but Lennon definitely had a heavier hand than I was used to.
A new horror piled onto the misery. “Oh, God. I didn’t sing, did I?”
“More of a lip-sync situation. But Cara has a helluva set of pipes on her.”
I groaned. “Lennon is the devil.”
He laughed and pulled me closer into the crook of his body. “I’ve called her that a time or two myself. Was she testing out drinks? Usually when she’s the most dangerous.”
I turned my face into the pillow again with a mumbled affirmative. I couldn’t even enjoy the morning cuddle that I’d been denied the day before because everything hurt.
Adding insult to injury, I wasn’t sure we’d even come up with the birthday girl drink by the end of it. Between the bourbon and shots, I’d lost track of what I’d been drinking. I just hoped Kira had the foresight to write it all down since she couldn’t drink.
“Pretty sure I drank Kira’s share of alcohol.”
He kissed my shoulder, then he swore when he noticed he was cupping my breast. “Sorry.”
The way my body missed his touch just added to the overall suffering. How could I long for his touch after just one day?
He shifted around me and it was enough to jar my body into action. An imperative need had me popping up and racing for bathroom. Luckily, it was only my bladder screaming and I wouldn’t be starting my day with my face in the toilet.
When I was done, I took a look at myself in the mirror and nearly yelped. Sometime yesterday, Cara had put my hair into fishtail braids but now they looked more like they belonged on a scarecrow in a haunted hayride.
There was no fixing any of what I had going on without a shower. I stripped off the bralette and panties, glad that I’d had the foresight to pack pretty underwear at the very least. Then I did an inward groan at the memory of my drunken strip.
I always got overheated when I drank too much.
At least I hadn’t gone all the way down to the skin. Who knows what I’d have done after that point of no return?
