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I laugh even harder.
Oh, hell yeah.
I’m starting to think Fitz bringing her along was actually a blessing in disguise.
ChapterFive
Tinley
Iwake up very sure I’ve done something horrible to greatly offend the universe. My head throbs and my mouth is weirdly dry. I roll over and immediately go stiff. Holy crap, I do not want a repeat of yesterday morning.
The fact I roll into a naked man-chest might also have something to do with my sudden inability to move. My eyes flutter open as the scent of coffee hits my nose. I exhale in pure relief.
It’s just Fitz.
It’s just Fitzturns real freaking quickly intoit’s Fitz.
Why exactly am I in bed with my best friend’s older brother? It’s an excellent question that I absolutely do not have an answer for.
He’s on the edge closest to where I’ll need to climb out. I briefly get distracted by the fact we shared a tiny bunk smaller than a twin-size bed together last night, but that moves to panicking about how I’m going to climb out.
My leg is tossed over his pelvis and my head is on his shoulder. That’s apparently how we fit. Now I just need to deduce how I climb out without waking him. I’ve never had a one-night stand. I’m totally ill-prepared for this. I’ve had two long-term—which, for these purposes, are defined as longer than six months—relationships.
I’ve never had to try to escape.
I’ve definitely never woken up with anyone who looks like Fitz. I mean, it’s a little ridiculous how well-defined his muscles are. My stupid fingers won’t seem to stop caressing his muscular chest.
A huge hand tightens its hold on my butt, and I freeze in some silly attempt to pretend like I’m not awake. I’ve been holding my breath for thirty seconds when my chest gets a little tight, but in for a penny, in for a pound.
I’ll just never breathe again.
Clearly, that’s the only feasible option.
“Mmm, morning, Tinsel,” Fitz says, nuzzling his face to mine. “You always smell so damn rich and creamy in the morning.” My jaw falls. “What?” He chuckles, brushing his lips over my cheek. “You do. You smell like the most delicious pumpkin pie I’ve ever smelled.”
My mouth finally closes as my teeth dig into my lower lip. His words make my thighs clench, but his leg blocks the way.
This is Fitz. He’s always flirtatious and fun with everyone. He probably doesn’t even realize how that sounded.
I’ve always been really careful to ensure I keep my guard up around him, which sounds worse than it is.
It’s clear he’s not the kind of guy I’ll end up with. I have zero interest in getting my heart broken or ruining my friendship with Shanna.
Even the couple of relationships I’ve been in didn’t mean as much to me as he does. That’s why I know catching feelings for the hunky alpha with his hand on my rear end would be the kiss of death for our friendship. And possibly my relationship with his sister.
“M-Morning,” I stutter and my eyes clench closed. I hate it when that happens.
“You were in my bunk,” Fitz says as his messy hair falls over his forehead. “So, I made myself at home. I hope you don’t mind.”
“No.” I sit up slightly. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t seem to climb up into mine last night, and Ramsey refused to help because he said I was a danger to myself being up that high.”
Fitz’s calloused hand runs over my cheek, pushing my hair back. “I heard you had a wild night,” he chuckles, “and an adventurous morning getting down yesterday.”
“Ohmigod,” I groan. “I only had a few sips of the watered-down mixed drinks Ava was having.” Which is definitely a fib, but I’m not mentally prepared to have that kind of talk this morning.
“I’m not lecturing you.” Fitz’s hazel eyes stare straight into mine. “I want you to have fun and enjoy yourself, but if you want to party, then I need you to do it when I can keep an eye on you.”
I scoff.
