Page 66 of Crazy About Love (All About Love)

I pick up my phone to send a text to Liz. Better apologize in case I made a fool of myself forhercelebration.

There’s already a message there.

Good morning, drinky! I saw Alec got you home safe. Call me when you get up. Thanks for last night!!!

I sit up and immediately regret it, putting a hand to my head and breathing through the hangover pain. I want to force my memory to come to the surface, but with everything else happening, I highly doubt it will happen. Alec took me home, not Jace. When did they pull that switch? And I have no clue how Liz knows about it, unless Alec told her. He must’ve told her. Seems like a responsible, Alec thing to do.

I swivel my legs over the edge of the bed and wobble up to my feet. I use the wall and my furniture to help me to the bathroom. On the way I pass the closet and notice that my shoes are all organized. Huh. Very unlike me.

After morning business, I wash my hands and notice long blond strands on the counter. Liz must’ve showered here after the party. Good for her. She made it through day one of her sex hiatus. During our conversation yesterday she admitted that her engagement nookie wasn’t as stellar as she hoped, so now she’s trying to go the entire engagement period celibate so that her wedding night is absolute heaven. I’m preparing for a very on-edge best friend for a few weeks until she finally gives in.

I dry my hands off and head to the coffeemaker to get it started while I shower off the stink of last night. Thank God I didn’t sleep with anyone; I’m no stranger to the drunken mistake.

Covering a yawn, I push the coffeepot into place and search the cluttered counter for a clean mug. There isn’t one, and I’m pretty sure I’ve used all the clean ones from the dishwasher.

“Ugnnn…”

At the sound of the low groan, I jump completely out of my slippers, skinning my elbow on the edge of the counter. Alec stretches on the couch, his painted shirt slipping up enough for me to see his happy trail and the cut V of his hips. He hoists himself up, scratching at the green and yellow paint that’s stained his blond hair. A low dip in my gut sends what I thought was a dream to the forefront of my mind.

“Shit.”

His sleepy eyes crinkle at the corners, and he stifles a yawn. “Morning to you, too.”

The feel of his hair, his lips, his body on mine…it comes back to me in a vague sensory memory, like I may have still dreamed it all, but I’m now 70 percent sure that something did in fact happen. I sink to my elbows, covering my face and muttering into my palms.

“Tell me everything. Don’t you dare leave out any details, no matter how embarrassing they are.”

I fan out my fingers to peek at Alec’s face. His eyebrow rises, disappearing into the green strands of hair covering his forehead. He reaches for the towel he must’ve placed on my couch last night and starts folding it into a perfect square.

“What do you remember?” he asks, a grin teasing at the corner of his mouth.

“Nothing. Details aren’t a drunk’s forte.”

He silently laughs and leans against the counter next to me, close enough that I can feel his heat. I really don’t mind it.

“I took you home and put you to bed. It was late, so I crashed here.” His dimple crease fades a little. “Nothing embarrassing.”

“You are the world’s worst liar.” I take a deep breath. “Tell me. I can handle it.”

His dimple makes a genuine appearance now, and he grins up at the ceiling. “You were very friendly.”

“Oh God.”

“And quite vocal about my good looks.”

I toss my aching head back to take his place gazing at the ceiling while he turns his attention to me.

“Handsy, too. Forceful. You’re way stronger than I gave you credit for.”

“Alec…”

He puts his hands up, playful grin on his face. “You wanted details.”

I nibble at my bottom lip. “How naked did we get?”

“Depends on your rating system. I’d say PG-13.”

“Hand stuff, then?”

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