Page 35 of Sweet Temptation

“I mean, it’s really cute, but a snore is still a snore,” I joked.

Cress scowled at the two of us. “You guys suck.”

I laughed and offered her one of the breakfast burgers. “We’re just kidding. You were sound asleep, making no noises at all when we left. And don’t stress, we got food for you too.”

“I still would have liked to come,” Cress grumbled.

I shook my head. “You really didn’t miss anything.”

“Other than all of our lives flashing before our eyes,” Sawyer added.

Cress gave us all a confused look.

“Anna took me for a drive,” I explained. “It didn’t go well.”

Cress groaned. “Oh, man, I could have told you that was a bad idea. Anna always mixes up what side of the road you need to drive on.”

Anna flushed. “I really thought it would be fine.”

“It wasn’t,” Sawyer said. “It wasn’t even close to fine. I’m going to have nightmares for weeks.”

“You’re not going to have nightmares,” Anna protested.

Sawyer pointed his burger in her direction. “I happen to have a very nervous disposition, and just the slightest thing can set off my nightmares.”

Anna rolled her eyes. “Such a drama queen,” she muttered.

A low groaning noise came from behind us, and we all turned as Wes finally made an appearance. He looked even worse than he had last night, and he was wearing a heavy set of sunglasses to shade his eyes. He collapsed onto the ground next to me. “Did you guys really have to sit in the seventh circle of hell for breakfast?”

Sawyer grinned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, brother.”

“I’m talking about the fact you decided this morning was the perfect time for a trip to the sun. It’s so damn bright out here.”

“Feeling a little hungover, Wes?” Anna asked.

He lowered his glasses for one moment to scowl at her. “Don’t revel in my pain, Grant.”

She grinned. “I’m just glad it’s not me for once.”

“It should be,” Sawyer said. “We all saw you playing beer pong with Luther and Kaden last night. No one plays them and remembers the rest of the night.”

Anna’s expression dimmed slightly, and she glanced away. “Well, I guess I’m a first then.” I wondered if she was thinking about her mystery kisser. It seemed like she regretted kissing the guy when she’d mentioned it this morning. Perhaps she was wishing she could have forgotten the night altogether. The others continued talking about last night, but I turned to Wes. He hadn’t touched his burger yet and was looking a little green in the face. He probably didn’t feel much like eating.

“How are you feeling about Sarah this morning?” I said, keeping my voice low so the others wouldn’t hear.

He sighed and slowly lowered his sunglasses from his face as he glanced my way. His eyes were red-rimmed and filled with pain. “I feel like she ran me over with a truck last night. When I woke this morning, I hoped it wasn’t real, but it is. We’re over.”

I reached out and gave his hand a squeeze, and he smiled down at the gesture.

“I’m sorry I was such a mess last night,” he said.

“I don’t blame you. You were hurting.”

“That doesn’t really excuse how I behaved. Did I really offer to be your rebound?”

I nervously glanced at the others, but they were all too busy chatting to hear what he was saying.

“Uh, sort of.” I laughed awkwardly. “But it’s okay. I knew it was only because you were drunk. Besides, we also agreed we were better as breakup buddies.”

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