Page 10 of Resisting You
I tried to swallow, but my throat was so dry, it was like two sheets of sandpaper rubbing against each other.
I threw the covers to the side and stood up to head to the mini fridge for a bottle of water.
As soon as I did, my toes connected with several mini empty bottles of vodka.
Holy shit. How much did we drink last night?
I had the shitty beer. A couple sex on the beaches. Three shots. Or was it four? Plus, apparently, every bottle of flavored vodka that was in the mini fridge.
My trainer was going to have my ass for this when I got back.
I grabbed a bottle of water and cracked the cap, practically drinking the whole thing in one swig.
With my hand up, wrapped around the plastic bottle, a shimmer on my left ring finger caught my eye.
Slowly, I lowered the bottle from my lips and examined my outstretched hand.
A ring.
I was wearing a black and gold ring with what looked like onyx chips in the center.
Well, that’s weird as shit.
I’m not really a jewelry kind of guy.
On the table beside my side of the bed, my cell phone lit up with a message.
I leaned over and saw a text from my sister asking what time I’d arrive in Maple Grove for the wedding.
Scrubbing a hand down my face, I swallowed my curse and picked up my phone. It was eight a.m. I had to leave soon in order to make it in time to officiate Lex and Ronnie’s wedding.
On one hand, I should wake Rosa up. See what, if anything, she remembered of last night.
On the other hand, if she was half as hung over as I felt right now, then she needed her sleep.
You’re also terrified to hear what the answer is.
I grabbed my luggage and started packing what few things I’d brought with me for this week’s trip. Maybe she’d wake up when she heard me.
Then again, Hazel had said that Rosa slept like the dead. And if this morning was any indication, Hazel hadn’t exaggerated.
I picked up the empty bottles of vodka, a couple candy wrappers, also presumably from the mini bar, and Ronnie’s wedding invitation which was also on my nightstand and tossed them all into the trash can beside the bed.
It only took me about twenty minutes to shower, pack, brush my teeth, and get dressed.
And still, Rosa was passed out.
Her hair cascaded over the white Egyptian cotton sheets like a glistening river. Full pouty lips parted as air escaped every peaceful exhale while she slept. A fringe of black lashes fan over the tops of her cheeks.
My favorite Flaming Lips t-shirt covered her full, heavy breasts and my stomach clenched at the sight of a tantalizing sliver of her skin that peeked out between the shirt and the edge of her panties.
Every molecule in my body sparked to life at the sight of her. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Even now. Messy hair. Smeared makeup. Hungover. And fast asleep in my shirt.
My muscles clenched as my eyes fell to her hand, resting gently atop the pillow beside her cheek.
She was wearing a ring too.
On her left hand.
