Page 35 of Coty

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Kayla

Oh. My. Gosh. My head’s pounding before I open my eyes. Just how drunk did I get last night? I haven’t been drunk in months. I groan and stretch my arms and legs. They meet resistance. Whoa. Something is holding me down. My eyes pop open, and I glance down. There’s an arm around my waist, and a body is spooning mine.

No. No. No. This is not happening. What did I do last night? Who did I do it with? Oh, gosh. I may throw up right here on the side of the bed. This is not good. This is my apartment and my bed. I came straight home after leaving my parents’ house. I can’t just slip out while he’s asleep. I would so do that if I could.

Slowly, I glance over my shoulder. Coty? Oh, no. No. No. No. This did not happen. Coty Michaels cannot be in my bed. He can’t have his body wrapped around mine.

“Coty!” I jump out of bed. Cold air hits my skin. I gasp and quickly cover my mouth with my hand. I’m naked. Completely naked. “Coty!” I scream again and jerk the comforter off the bed. I quickly wrap it around me.

“Huh?” His eyes pop open. “What’s wrong?” He sits up and jerks his head from side to side, looking for the danger.

“You’re in my bed!”

“Yeah.” He rubs his hands over his face and yawns.

“You can’t be in my bed.” I point to his bare chest. “You don’t have a shirt on.” I sink into the comforter. “Please, tell me you’re not naked, too.”

He lifts the sheet and looks up with his lips pressed together. He is. Oh no.

“No. No. No.” I pace near the foot of the bed. “Please tell me we didn’t. Please.”

“Sparky, calm down.” He holds up one hand.

I whirl around to face him. “Calm down? Calm down?” Oh, I may stab this fool. “You did not just tell me to calm down. We did. Didn’t we?”

“Uh, maybe?”

“Maybe? You don’t know?”

“Look.” He slides out of bed with the sheet around him. “Whatever happened, it can’t bethatbad.”

My laughter turns to panicked breaths and tears. “Yes, it can. It is! We didn’t do this.” Oh, yes, we did. “How can you not remember? We couldn’t have beenthatdrunk. Oh my gosh. Why?”

“Settle down, and we’ll figure this out.” He steps around the foot of the bed.

“No!” I hold one hand out. “Don’t come near me.” I point to the door. “Get out.”

“What? You can’t be serious.” His eyes narrow. Oh, yeah, buddy. We've got problems here.

I nod. “Oh, I’m dead serious. Get out!” I demand.

“You can’t just throw me out.” He has no right to be angry. “You don’t remember anything. So, why’s it all my fault?”

“I was drunk, Coty.”

He rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, you were. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? You’re sorry? A little late now. Don’t you think? Tell me you used protection.”

“I…” He looks around like he’s lost.

“No. No, you didn’t.” I suck in a deep breath. “Get out. Get out, now.” I can’t hold back the tears.

“Sparky, let’s talk about this.

“Get out!” I scream.

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