Page 12 of Falling for Nicole
“Lilly,” I growl. “I’d be fucking livid if I knew she allowedyouto get in this state.”
“Whoa, look at you getting all defensive over your arch enemy.” The sarcasm in her voice pisses me off.
“They were chanting for her to fucking strip. Not that she was really wearing much to start with,” I snap.
Regret fills Lilly’s features before she tells me to get out of the way. “You might have rescued her, but I won’t allowyouto see her naked. Now get out. Go and get her one of your t-shirts or something.”
With one last look over my shoulder I pull the door closed behind me and do as I’m told.
Nicole
Images of an intricate tattoo, a pair of navy and white shorts, and the deepest V lines I’ve ever seen filter into my mind. I’m so comfortable I don’t want to move, but I need to get up and let Bailey out.
My head pounds the second I shift it. “What the fuck?”
I blow out a slow breath as my stomach turns over. What the hell happened last ni—Oh. Shit.
Declan’s house. Hot tub. Some cocktail that tasted like juice.Super Bass.
Sitting up slowly and looking around, I realise I’m in a room I don’t recognise. My head spins to the other side of the bed. No…surely I didn’t?
I can’t express how pleased I am there’s no passed out guy lying next to me. That is, until I lift my gaze and find a very amused Declan looking at me from a chair on the other side of the room.
My stomach turns over at the sight of him and I throw the covers off as I rush to the door at the end of the bed, hoping I’ll find a bathroom behind it.
After emptying the contents of my stomach, I lean back against the glass wall of the shower, and rack my brains for any more memories. Anything about how I ended up in Declan’s bloody bedroom, wearing what I can only presume is his t-shirt with nothing underneath.
When I look up, I find him in the doorway. His fingers are holding onto the doorframe above him, perfectly showing off his naked, muscular torso. I know I’m obviously taking my fill, but I can’t drag my eyes away, especially when they make it down to his jersey shorts that leave hardly anything to the imagination.
“You about finished?”
“Where’s Lilly?” I ask, not even acknowledging that I was checking him out.
“Lucas picked her up late last night. You’d already passed out, so we let you be.”
“Right. How exactly did I end up here?” I ask, gesturing to the floor.
“Too much sex on the beach,” he says with a smirk.
“WHAT?”
“The cocktail. You drank too much of it.”
“Oh.” I glance around the room in the hope I might see my clothes before standing and stepping towards Dec. He makes no move to get out of my way; instead, he just stares at me. “What?”
“Nothing, Ginge. Nothing at all.”
I look down to where his eyes are focused and see my nipples pebbled against the fabric of his t-shirt. “You’re an arsehole,” I mutter, folding my arms across my chest and pushing my way past him.
“That’s no way to talk to the person who stopped you making a total fool of yourself last night. You owe me an apology as well.”
“Doubtful.”
“Repeat after me,” he says patronisingly as he stalks into his bedroom behind me. “I’m sorry for puking over you, Declan.”
“Whatever.” I wave him off and walk over to his balcony, overlooking the bay in the distance. The view is stunning, but the company ruins it.
I feel his heat at my back and my traitorous body shivers in response.
