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The bright sunlight blasting through my bedroom window is the first thing I notice when I wake up. The jackhammer going off in my head is a close second.
I groan and close my eyes for a moment as I clear the cobwebs from my head. Just how much did I drink last night?
I shift positions, and my knee brushes a warm body under the covers. Jess.
Despite the pounding headache, I smile. She must have shown up at the bar and we made up. I dig deep in my foggy memory to remember what happened, but all I pull up is a blank.
It doesn’t matter. We’re back together. That’s what’s important.
My cock hardens, not at all deterred by the headache. It’s dealing with a different kind of ache. One that will be relieved once I’m buried inside her.
I slide the sheet down, exposing Jess’s shoulder. A butterfly tattoo peers at me, the wings a delicate swirl pattern.
When the hell did she get a tattoo? And…and the hair’s all wrong to be hers. Wrong shade of blond.
I jerk away from the sleeping body in front of me…who isn’t sleeping anymore. She flips over. And fuck. Katelyn?
My cock goes limp, and it feels like I’ve been sucker punched in the gut.
The sheet that was around Katelyn’s body has slipped and is no longer covering her. I keep my eyes glued on her face, but I can tell that her breasts are exposed. She’s naked. I’m naked. What the hell happened last night?
I scramble from under the covers, despite my stomach’s protest. It lurches, but that has nothing to do with how much I drank.
I grab my clothes off the floor. Katelyn’s are also strewn everywhere. The pounding in my head increases. It too has nothing to do with the alcohol in my system and everything to do with why I don’t remember anything after Katelyn drove me home.
Smiling, she props herself up on an elbow. “How’re you feeling, Troy?” Her voice is soft and low, but my remorse, resentment, resignation echo loudly in my brain. I barely hear her.
“What are you doing in my bed?” The words come out in a quiet, sleep-scratchy rumble.
Her eyes widen and hurt shines back at me. “Don’t you remember?”
“No, I don’t remember a thing. Other than playing pool at Barside last night.” I yank on my jeans, not bothering with my underwear.
“I drove you home, and you insisted I come inside. So I did. And the next thing I know…” She leaves the end of the sentence hanging, but the implication is clear.
My head hurts too much for me to even utter a single curse. I want to sit on my bed, but that might not be a good idea with Katelyn sitting there naked. I lean against the wall and slide to the floor.
Goddamn hell. I should have gone home with Lucas when he offered me a ride.
I bury my face in my hands and attempt to rub away the memory of finding Katelyn in my bed. Or better yet, erase from history she and I had sex.
“What’s wrong, Troy?” Her tone is a sweet lullaby that’s supposed to soothe, but it only compounds on my nightmare.
“I have a girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend? You told me last night that you and Jessica broke up.”
“We did.” I bounce my forehead on my fist. Nope, that doesn’t do much for my headache. The headache that worsened with Katelyn’s revelation. “But as far as I’m concerned, Jess and I aren’t over,” I tell her.
But we will be now. Jess has been hurt enough by men, especially those who were supposed to love and protect her. She’s not going to let me back into her life after she learns about my latest fuckup.
“When you told me last night you would be my date for my sister’s wedding, that was a lie?”
Just file it with everything else about last night I don’t remember.
“If I told you I would go as your date, then I will.” Except…I might not remember much about last night, but there is one thing I do remember. “Isn’t Jess your sister’s wedding photographer?”
“That’s right.”
