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Damn, what the hell did I do last night?
My mouth feels so dry, my eyes itch, and the pounding… That damn pounding in my skull will be the death of me.
The ringing stops, only to start immediately once again. I’m about to push the covers down so I can find the source of all that noise and crush it when there’s a loud groan, and a body—one very large, very hard, verymalebody—rolls over me, crushing me to the mattress and making the ringing stop.
Fucking finally.
I don’t even have it in me to be mad at the guy for sleeping over at my place since he had the decency to turn off that horrendous noise, and now I can go back to sle—
“Fucking hell,” he mutters, making the bed squeak as he gets off.
But it’s not the God-awful noise that has my whole body freezing.
It’s the sound of his voice—one I recognize.
My eyes snap open instantly. I shove the covers down and sit upright abruptly, a jolt of pain shooting through my skull at the sudden movement.
Shit, that fucking hurts.
I grab my head, rubbing against my throbbing temples.
Maybe this is all just one really bad dre—
“Oh, good, you’re awake.”
Or not.
Prying my eyelids open, I stare at the man sitting next to me, his hands rubbing over his face and stubbled jaw.
And not just any man.
Prescott-fucking-Wentworth.
“What the hell are you doing in my bed?” I ask, pulling the covers higher as I just stare at his gorgeously infuriating face.
His fingers splay open, those dark eyes fixing on me. He lets his hands fall to his lap, and I don’t miss the fact that he’s shirtless.
And damn, he looks even better than he did this past spring. He’s got some muscle on him since the last time I saw him, and it looks good on him, as does the new ink on his chest.
Too damn good.
You don’t even like him;a little voice at the back of my head reminds me.
Doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the eye candy.
Not that I’d ever admit that to the scowling man in front of me.
“Your bed?” He scoffs, that frown that seems to be etched between his brows deepening. “You’re inmybed, doll. In case you missed it.”
My fingers clench around the covers as I slowly take in the room around me, ready to point out how wrong he is, only to realize he’s right. I’m not in my room.
Shit, shit, shit.
My gaze drops down to my body, and my muscles stiffen when I notice the hoodie that I’m wearing. Definitely not what I had on last night, that much I can remember. The rest of it though? Pain spreads through my head as I try to clear the cobwebs clouding my memory.
What the hell happened last night?
I rub my fingers through my messy hair, pushing it out of my face, before looking at the man sitting in front of me. Prescott is observing me quietly, but I don’t miss that trace of amusement in his eyes.
