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Ashley lifts her head and narrows her eyes at me. “Because I just had sex with a stranger for one? And then I ranted at him for trying to be nice and make sure that we were okay, even trying to apologize like a decent person because he was afraid that he’d taken advantage of me.” She drops her head back down to the bed. “That’s why.”

I bark out a laugh then a lot occurs to me. It’s not like I know her all that well, but I obviously know what she’s like when she’s been drinking. And rambling is one of her tells. Though, I suppose she could ramble a lot but something tells me… “Are you still drunk?”

“Definitely.”

“Yeah. Me, too,” I admit.

“Good. Then maybe we’ll both forget everything that I just said.”

“Nah. I’ll remember. I do wish I’d remember last night, though.”

“I assure you, I blew your mind. Performed sex acts you have only dreamed of. Only saw in the most insane pornos. I was like an acrobat, twisting and turning. So flexible, my legs…” she squeals as I cut her off, covering her with my body and cradling her head in my hands.

“Is that so?”

“Definitely,” she repeats what she said earlier about being drunk, this time smiling at me with a broad, cheesy grin.

“Maybe you should put your money where your mouth is, then,” I challenge.

“Maybe,” she challenges right back, raising both eyebrows. By the way she’s squinting one eye, I think she’s trying to just raise one but isn’t quite succeeding at it. It’s adorable as fuck and makes me want to kiss her to jog my memory. “But first,” she says, slipping her arm between us and covering my mouth with her hand, “we brush our teeth.”

“Good plan,” I mumble behind her hand.

She smiles and I smile back then I hop off her and walk to the bathroom. It doesn’t occur to me until I’m already out of bed that I’m naked. She gasps. Then giggles. Then snorts much like she did last night before allowing the giggles to take over.

Shit.

I try my best to cover my ass but the damage is already done.

She’s seen it.

She knows it.

I know it.

There’s no use hiding the teddy bear holding a bright red heart I have tattooed on my right butt cheek. Fucking tequila. Fucking spring break in Miami. Never. Again.

I spin around but that’s not ideal at all because then I’m facing her with my dick swinging around and we may have had sex last night, but I don’t remember it and it’s not like I really want to be strutting my stuff in front of her just yet. I quickly try to cover myself, but it’s pointless.

The. Damage. Is. Done.

Her laughter might be amazing to hear, especially since last night she went on a bender to forget her dickhole of an ex who couldn’t get over himself enough to give her a freaking orgasm, but it’s not so awesome when it’s at my expense.

Still…

“You laughing at me, Ashley?” I ask, taking a step back toward her.

Her head is turned toward the mattress now, her hand cupping her mouth to try to stifle some of the laughter that’s bubbling out of her, her shoulders shaking, her hair a ratty mess all over the place. It deserves repeating that she’s adorable and it might be risky to do what I’m about to do, but screw it.

She shakes her head but, well, she’s laughing so it’s not really all that believable.

“You sure about that?”

A loud noise emits from her and I’m pretty sure that slobber and snot did as well, but she doesn’t even flinch. She throws herself back onto the mattress once again and doesn’t even hide her laughter.

The best part?

While she flung herself backward, the sheet fell and now as she laughs, her boobs are on full display shaking and shimmying.

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