Page 36 of Just a Little Prick

Maybe I’d made one good decision last night.

He’d fucked me good, just like always—hard and passionate, with lots of heated kisses. There were scratches down his back. I couldn’t help but feel a little proud of that.

I pushed myself out of bed, stretching. Bradley lifted his head from the pillow and looked at me.

“You’re up early.”

“Gotta go to work.”

“You always get up this early for work?”

“Somebody’s gotta bake the muffins everybody wants for breakfast.”

“I didn’t realize Bakeology started so early. No wonder Kenzie’s so grouchy.”

Right, Kenzie. Work. My job. With my friend, who I’d lied to.

Last night had definitely been full of bad decisions.

I groaned and pressed my hands to my forehead. “Your sister is going to murder me.”

“She won’t. She’s mad at me, not you.” Bradley sat up, stretching his arms above his head.

I watched him, sighing. Even if Kenzie was mad at us, I wanted to keep this up. It was fun. It was good for me, I was sure.

“If you say so,” I said. “I’m gonna shower. You can stay in bed a little longer.”

“Nah, I’m hungry. I’ll make breakfast.”

Bradley pushed back the blankets and got out of bed, naked. I looked him over, a little tingle of heat rolling through my body.

No time to act on it, though. I had to get ready.

By the time I was showered and dressed, my stomach was in knots—from the hangover and from nerves. I went out to the kitchen to find Bradley plating up scrambled eggs. It smelled good, but I wasn’t sure I could keep it down.

But damn, he looked good.

He’d put his jeans back on, but he’d stayed shirtless, leaving his tattooed body exposed. I looked at the scratches down his back, the bite mark on his shoulder.

He turned and smiled, holding one of the plates out to me. “Here. Toast’s almost done. Eat.”

“I don’t think I can.” My stomach rolled at the smell of the eggs, and I handed the plate back. “I’m too hung over. And nervous.”

“Just the toast, then? You gotta eat something.”

“I’ll have a muffin at work. Once I make peace with Kenzie.”

Saying her name made my stomach lurch. I took a step back from the kitchen.

“I gotta go. Um, there’s a spare key on the hanger by the door. You can stick around, just lock up before you go. I’ll get my key from you later.”

Bradley nodded. “Sure. Yeah. I’ll drop it off, or you can run to the shop and get it.”

“Okay.” I nodded back and smiled. “Well, have a good one.”

“Will do. See you later, Lora.”

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