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Oh, he was never drinking that much again.
His heart started to pound in tune with the hammering going on inside his head. He had no idea what to say to Gabriella. Why he showed up drunk and passed out sprawled across her bed.
Maybe he could lay here all day pretending to be asleep, and he could avoid all talk. Except he couldn’t. It was his mother’s birthday. He still needed to buy her a present and mentally prepare himself to see his father and brother.
She shifted again, moving closer. One leg even stretched across his.
He lowered his hand and nearly groaned again. This time in agony from the gorgeous sight in front of him.
The covers were half off her, exposing her lithe, luscious backside that he wanted to cup with his hands and then position her over the top of him. He could snap her black panties off with little effort and then plunge deep inside.
God, how badly he wanted—needed—to be inside her. To be as close as humanly possible. To know he hadn’t completely screwed everything up with her.
He couldn’t resist. His hand glided down her back and smoothed over her ass before tickling lightly down her leg.
She trembled at his touch. He felt her smile against his chest.
Well, that had to be a good sign. Perhaps she wasn’t totally mad at him still.
Her eyes opened. She blinked a few times to remove the sleep.
“Good morning.” He figured starting with small talk would be best.
Of course, an apology might be better. Except he wasn’t that sorry for speaking to Mia the way he had.
When she didn’t say anything right away, he feared that’s what she was waiting for. An apology he couldn’t give.
He wouldn’t lie to her. And saying sorry would be a complete lie.
Then she sighed, brushed a hand across his unshaved cheek, and deepened her smile. “Morning. You snore. It was quite adorable.”
“I doubt that.”
“Oh, mister, you probably woke up Mrs. Stenson two doors down.”
His mouth opened in shock. There was no way he snored that loud. Or at all. He did not snore.
“Well, you drool,” he countered.
Then they both burst out laughing. As soon as the laughter died down, an icky tension filled the space. A tension he knew would linger until they talked about it.
“I’m sorry for showing up…drunk.” There was no other way to put it.
Her hand slid down his chest. “About that…why were you drinking?”
“Honestly? I blame Jaxson. I was content with my club sodas.”
She jerked and lifted her head. “You were with Jaxson yesterday. I looked everywhere for you, and that is the last place I would’ve thought to look.”
Pure happiness settled in his chest. She had looked for him. That had to mean something good in his favor.
“You looked for me?”
She lightly slapped his chest. “I even called you, you big dummy. You never answered.”
“I’m sorry.” He kissed her forehead—a small gesture to show how sorry he was. “I ignored all calls after my brother wouldn’t stop calling. I had enough.”
“Why was he calling so much?”
