Page 50 of What are the Risks
As I climbed into his bed, he scooted over to make room.
“I’m so sorry, Wheels,” I said, hiding my face in my hands. “Last night is hazy. Fill me in. What embarrassing things did I do? Please tell me vomiting on you was the worst of it.”
“I plead the fifth.”
“Fucccccccccckkkk.”
As I rolled onto my back, staring up at the popcorn ceiling, the sudden movement had my head spinning. I took a deep breath to avoid throwing up again. Ryker’s jeans, shoesandhotel bed would be unforgivable.
Amused and clearly not hungover, Ryker pushed onto his forearm and hovered over me. He was dressed in nothing but his boxers, his bare bicep flexing as he held himself up.
“You really don’t remember anything?”
“Bits here and there. But the whole club is kind of foggy.”
“Right.” His brow lowered. “All of it?”
“Should I be remembering something?”
“No it’s–” He dragged a hand through his morning hair. “Do you remember the part where I mentioned I saw the picture.”
Heat surged to my cheeks as that conversation rushed back.
“What did you think about it?”
“You don’t want to know, Rubz.”
“That bad, huh?”
“Definitely not. Absolutely not. That picture... You’d be mortified if you knew, Rubz.”
I doubt anything could mortify me more than the visual of Noah balls deep in another girl. Unfortunately that part of yesterday was still clear.
I groaned, shoving Ryker’s solid chest. “I didn’t, but I do now. I expect a picture in return to level the playing field, perv.”
Ryker’s dimple appeared as he chuckled. “Rubz, I–”
We both shifted our gaze when the door was thrown open. Evan staggered into the room, dressed in last night’s clothes and looking well and truly fucked.
Probably because he was thanks to the foursome... which had become a threesome when Ryker bailed to take care of me... only for me to vomit on his shoes. I was the worst friend.
Evan jarred to a stop. “Does elephant still apply?” he checked.
“Huh?” I asked at the same moment Ryker answered, “Nope.”
Evan slowly looked between the two beds. “Both slept in.”
Frowning, I got back to my feet. “Well solved, Sherlock.”
Rummaging through my suitcase, I found a pair of jean shorts and slipped them on. Noah was likely almost here, if he wasn’t already, and I didn’t want to give him a reason to get out of his car and come looking for me.
Ryker sat up, sliding against his headboard. “Are you going?”
I nodded. “Noah is picking me up.”
That sounded normal enough, but it was so far from the truth that the lie left a foul taste in my mouth.
“I’m borrowing your hoodie. I promise to bring it with me whenever I see you next.”
