Page 69 of As a Last Resort
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SAMANTHA
I woke up to the smell of bacon.Am I in heaven?
I moved my head.
Nope.Definitely not in heaven.
“There’s water and Tylenol on my nightstand.”Austin’s voice seared through a pounding headache.
I opened one eye and looked at him as he stood in the doorway.
“Are you wearing an apron?”
He stood in front of me holding kitchen tongs and wearing a chambray apron with white lace lining the front pocket.
“Wouldn’t want to get bacon splatter on my limited edition Guy Harvey, now would I?”He winked and turned around.
Memories of last night flashed through my head and I flushed.I bit him.Oh my God, did I seriously bite him?What was wrong with me?
Four vodka tonics and three shots was what was wrong with me.I can’t even remember what happened after that.I sat up and looked around.I was in a king-sized bed that felt like a cloud.A few pictures hung on the wall—one of Austin and his dad on a charter boat with a huge fish and one of the whole Marcs family out on a dock.
I was in his room.
I looked down at the huge tarpon screen-printed across the shirt I was wearing.Oh my God, he changed my shirt!Did we have sex?Oh God.Oh God.Oh God.I didn’t randomly sleep with strangers after a few too many beverages.
Well, he wasn’t a total stranger.
“You going to throw up?”
“What?”I didn’t realize he was still standing at the door again.
“You look a little queasy.Are you going to get sick again?There’s a trash can on the other side of the bed.”
“Again?”Shock rang through my body.“I threw up last night?”
“You vomited quite aggressively.”
My body broke out in chills.“Ew, don’t say that word.”
“What word?Vomit?” His eyes danced as he leaned casually against the doorframe.
“Stop.Seriously.You’re going to make me puke.”
“I’m not sure you have anything left to offer.”
I buried my head in the pillow but popped up as a thought crossed my mind.“Oh no, too fast—Wait, so if I was incapacitated all night, did we… Don’t laugh at me, I’m serious!”
“Puking drunk girl who can’t hold herself up really isn’t my style.”
I swallowed cotton and whispered.“I was that bad?”
He nodded.
“Don’t ever let me do that again.”
“There are clothes on the chair that’ll probably fit.Take your Tylenol.Come out when you’re ready.”
