Page 19 of Lock 'em Down

He collapses onto me and rolls to his side, taking me with him. I hold his face against my chest, stroking his hair and kissing his forehead. We’re still joined together and I don’t want to move. I don’t even care that his semen leaks onto my inner thighs. I don’t give a shit about the sticky mess we’re making.

I just want this.

Another moment.

Another heartbeat.

Another kiss.

At some point, I doze off. But when I wake in the morning, I do so with fucking panic.

The first thing that greets my eyes is the sexiest man I’ve ever had. Leif. And that’s saying something because women across the country would sell their eggs for a night with Levi Rousell.

But Levi’s got nothing on Leif. At least, not when I knew him—high, strung out, and on the brink of rehab.

I move to slip out from Leif’s hold so I can use the bathroom and my eyes snag on the purple glitter crown ring on my finger.

“Oh, fuck,” I mutter as the night before comes rushing back.

My head pounds and my throat feels dry enough to crack.

“I got fucking married,” I recall, my thoughts hazy.

But my body isn’t confused. It feels wonderful. Sated. Fulfilled.

Gah!

Still, I need to get the hell out of here.

Mom is going to kill me. How many times post-Levi and the pictures debacle did she warn me against getting caught up in nights like this? In morning-afters like the one I’m currently living? This is the stuff she tells me I need to think through.

But last night, I wasn’t thinking as much as I was feeling. And it felt right. It felt good.

I felt like myself again.

I pull in a deep breath and let out a long exhale. I force myself to lie perfectly still and splay my hands wide on the bedsheet. I need to think.

Last night was…magic.

I cast another look at Leif. But damn did he make me feel good. Whole. Right.

I shake my head and wince at the sudden movement.

Who am I kidding? Who the hell meets a stranger in Vegas and thinks they’re going to complete them?

My phone buzzes on the nightstand and I roll over to grab it before it can wake Leif.

Mom: Las Vegas, Cami? Are you serious?

Shit. I sigh heavily. My sister Jenna must have cracked. Knowing how relentless Mom can be, I can’t be upset with my sister.

A second later, my phone vibrates again.

Jenna: I’m so sorry! Mom was frantic to know where you were and Izzy’s lake house wasn’t cutting it as an excuse because she ran into Izzy’s mom.

Dammit.

A rush of tears burns the back of my eyes, but I don’t let them fall.

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