Page 145 of The Vacation Mix-Up
Groaning, I try to roll over but hit a log. A hot, solid, snoring, man-log.
My eyes spring open, and I slowly turn my head before going dead-still while Riley snorts in a breath and then exhales, his arm coming to rest across my chest.
Delicately pinching his wrist, I lift his arm and lay it beside him, then raise my comforter and peek beneath it.
“Thank you, baby Jesus!” I whisper, because my underwear is still on.
“Don’t thank him, sweetheart. Thank me.”
I shriek and grasp at my chest.
“What time is it?” he asks, scrubbing his hands over his face.
“Uh… time you tell me what the hell happened last night, why you’re on my bed, why I’m in my underwear, and why my mouth tastes like ass?”
He rolls onto his side, his lazy eyes finding mine. “You got wasted like you wanted to.”
“Yes, I remember the ‘getting wasted’ part. What I don’t remember is what happened after.”
He collects my hair with his fingers and tenderly tucks it behind my ear, the pad of his thumb caressing my temple. “How’s your head?”
I all but sigh, his sweetness infectious. “It has more pounds than a pound cake.”
“That bad, huh?”
“Affirmative.”
Swinging his legs over the bed, he sits up and stretches.
“You’re still in the clothes you wore last night,” I say, confused.
“I am.”
“So we didn’t…?”
He whirls back around, his brow pinched. “No! We didn’t. Who do you take me for?”
“Right. Yes. Sorry. I didn’t mean….”
Chuckling, he stands and stretches again, then grabs a bottle of water and fishes some Tylenol out of his bedside table before handing them to me. “Here. You’re gonna need these.”
“Thank you.” I take the pills and swallow them, the fresh cool water like liquid heaven. “I forgot about the aftermath of drinking. How on earth did I forget about the aftermath?”
His mouth quirks as he shrugs.
“It’s not funny,” I grouch.
“I never said it was.”
“You don’t have to. Your face says it for you.”
“That’s because you hit it hard last night. And it was… amusing.”
“Amusing?” I frown, trying to recall said amusement. “I can’t remember anything after singing… with Ben. Wait! I sang with Ben?”
“You sure did. Twice.”
“Twice?”
