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That’s a hickey.
That’s a fucking hickey.
Lennox.
I…I kissed her.
And then…
Shit!
Bits and pieces of the night before form together, and that’s when it hits me out of nowhere.
We had sex.
Instant guilt fills me from head to toe.
We had sex?
No…no. That can’t be right.
We just kissed.That’s it.
I finish brushing my teeth and sit down on the toilet lid, my towel still wrapped around me. I search like hell through my brain, and slowly some of the night comes back.
Not being able to stop after that first explosive kiss.
Sneaking into her room, past a sleeping Everleigh, and into the bathroom, locking the door behind us.
Unable to keep our hands off each other…
Fuck, Holden. What have you fucking done?
She’s a friend, someone to keep things simple with, not complicate shit with sex. And now I’m just like all those other assholes. A guy who doesn’t care about using a girl for her body. That’s not me. It won’t ever be me. I refuse to let it be.
But that’s exactly what happened last night. And that’s exactly what I did with her.
Lennox and her friendship mean so much more to me. Will I just be another hookup to her? Will she just move on to the next one and forget this happened?
Will this change our friendship? Bring more tension and awkwardness?
Fuck. This fucks everything up, and I have no idea what to do.
The guilt alone is killing me. Will continue to kill me.
I’m so stupid.
I hate seeing her sleep with random men. She deserves so much more than that, and now I’m part of that group. Which is exactly where I don’t want to be.
After getting dressed, I leave a sleeping Rhett and go in search of coffee and greasy food. Fuck Landon’s nasty drink. I left that right where it was—untouched in the fridge.
When I make it down to the dining hall, I scan the room for any of my friends. Not sure who's around and who's out doing stuff. I don’t see anyone, so I grab lots of eggs and bacon, orange juice, toast, and coffee and find a small table near the large floor-to-ceiling windows looking out toward the mountains. I can see the ski lift and the tubing area, lots of people already moving about. Hopefully, this meal settles my stomach, and I’ll get some tubing in today. Not sure I’m ready to try skiing yet.
“Would you like some company?”
I look up, and there she is. Smiling down at me, Lennox looks gorgeous, with her red hair piled on the top of her head behind a stretchy headband. She’s also wearing snow pants and boots, her ski jacket over one arm, and a bag over the other shoulder. She sits down with her tray of food, and I see she went for the same kind of food as me. There’s no doubt in my mind she’s hungover, but damn, does she wear it well.
Now the awkward question is—does she remember last night?
