Page 108 of The Wingman

Does he regret what we did?

Do I?

I turn over so we’re facing each other, and my heart skips a beat at the sleepy look on his handsome face.

“You’ve got bed head.” I reach to smooth it down, but the thick locks spring back up, making me laugh. His smile is drowsy, happy, and adorably boyish.

“You want some breakfast?”

I shake my head. I could lie here forever with him.

Last night replays in my head—him hauling me out of the restaurant, him losing his patience and kissing me, the desperate, needy way he made me come harder than ever, and all the things he said. The porn I thought looked like us? He thought that, too. He watched itbecausehe thought it looked like us.

My skin tingles as I think back to every time we’ve touched or smiled at each other over the past eight years, and now I’m looking at those interactions in new light. Are these feelings recent?

They must be. I’d know if they weren’t.

Right?

“What happened last night?” I whisper, and worry begins to thread through me.

We’ve stepped so far over the line of friends, it’s not even funny. But where we landed, I’m not sure.

He studies me for a beat. “I think we did something we’ve wanted to do for a long time.” His mouth crooks. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re not.” My pulse picks up. I say we’re just friends and that he’s just my wingman, but over the past few months, it’s become increasingly difficult to believe it.

He’s a player, though. Hayden Owens moves from woman to woman. He said it himself—he doesn’t do commitment; it’s easier that way.

He could change his mind. I could changemymind. Ithought I loved Kit and I was so wrong; what if Hayden and I get involved, and I turn out to be wrong again?

He’s my best friend, and if we broke each other’s hearts, there’d be no coming back from that. Our friendship would be over, and the idea of Hayden not being in my life makes me feel like crying.

I swallow past the rock in my throat, and he brushes his thumb over the crease between my eyebrows.

“What’s going on in there?” he asks quietly.

“Just thinking.”

He gives me a slight shake of his head, looking concerned. “Don’t do that.”

I break into a grin, but the hesitation remains. “I don’t want to mess things up with you and me.” It’s so strange, lying on the pillow, talking quietly as the sun streams in. Strange and yet completely normal and natural. “There are a lot of reasons we shouldn’t do this.”

He pauses, wearing his own thoughtful frown. “Let’s see where it goes.”

I know where it’ll go. Either he’ll get bored in a relationship, or I’ll realize that I’m exactly where I was a year ago—trapped. Hayden’s so different from Kit, but maybe it’s not the guy I’m with who’s the problem. Maybe it’s me.

Maybe I dissolve into the life of whoever I’m dating.

The thought of falling in love with Hayden but losing myself again sends terror through me. I’ve only started finding myself. I’m not ready to sink into someone else’s life again and lose everything I’ve discovered about who I am.

“You need a plan, don’t you?” His mouth crooks and his eyes turn warm with affection.

I huff an amused breath, because he knows me so well. I hate the cliffhanger of uncertainty. “Yes. A plan would benice.”

“Alright. Jamie and Pippa’s wedding. We wait until then to make a decision. We’ll go together.”

We were both already planning to go to the wedding, but the idea of going together as dates makes my heart skip a beat. I think back to Pippa’s words months ago—I assumed you’d go together.

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