Page 9 of Love Shots

Her eyes lit up at that, and she nodded enthusiastically. That was until another groan escaped her lips. “Urgh. Right, need to remember, no sudden movements. Sudden movements are bad.”

So freaking cute.

It was a shame he had to let her go in order to get her some clothes. Reluctantly, he dropped his hands from around her waist and left her standing next to the bed as he went over to his drawers. After rummaging for a minute, he pulled out some sweats, which were most definitely going to drown her, and an old T-shirt.

As he passed her the clothes, he could tell from the blossoming smile on her face that he was never going to get them back. Not that he cared. The idea of her in his clothes brought out something primitive in him.

Yeah, you really need to pull yourself together man.

He watched her stumble into the bathroom and close the door before he dragged himself away. Coffee. He needed coffee. Maybe that would help him pull his head out of his ass.

Long story short. It didn’t.

Having Summer in his space was making him feel like a teenager again. A boy with a crush. Only he wasn’t a boy anymore.

So much for thinking his feelings for her were in the past. It was clear the Summer-effect was still as powerful as ever. Over the course of just one week, the woman had already turned his world upside down. She was living in his apartment. Working at his bar. Passing out in his bed when she was drunk. And now, here he was, cooking her breakfast. She was so far under his skin, it wasn’t even funny.

“Hey.”

Teddy peered up to see Summer approach the counter. She looked almost shy. Uncertain. His clothes swamped her small frame, but he couldn’t deny he liked seeing her in them. Her hair was still wet, leaving damp spots over her shoulders and down her chest. She looked good. Fresh. And best of all. She smelled like him.

Caveman much?

“Hey,” he returned and gestured to the breakfast stool, “take a seat. I’m making your favorite—omelet with cheese, ham, and green peppers.”

“You remembered?” She gasped.

“Of course.” How could he forget? The morning he’d left for the Navy, she’d taken him to Dotty’s diner for breakfast and went on and on about how any other type of omelet sucked.

A small smile pulled at her lips. Was she thinking about that morning too? Her face as she waved him goodbye would always be engraved into his memory. Leaving her that day was harder than leaving his nan and pops.

She kept her eyes on him as she slipped onto the chair. “About last night ...” she started but abruptly stopped as he asked, “How you feeling?” at the same time.

They both let out a short laugh. Returning to the frying pan, he gestured for Summer to carry on while he made her food.

“Yeah, uh, I’m okay. Nothing a little food and some Advil won’t take care of. I was gonna say, thank you. For, y’know ... coming to get me and ... for looking after me. I’m not gonna lie, a lot of last night is still a bit of a blur, but I ... I remember you taking care of me. Sort of.”

Teddy glanced up to see her fiddling with her fingers. It was the first time he’d ever seen her look so unsure of herself. Was it him? He found himself shaking his head at his own stupidity. Of course it wasn’t him. She’s hungover. That’s all.

“Sort of?”

“Yeah.” Another short and shaky laugh escaped her lips. “I ... well, it’s kinda coming back to me slowly. Like horrifying, drunken flashbacks.”

“Oh yeah? And which parts were horrifying?” He couldn’t keep the amusement out of his tone.

He could see heat start to flush her cheeks as she bit down on those luscious pink lips. She must be remembering some of what she’d said. Trying to be a gentleman, he averted his eyes and concentrated on serving up breakfast. Once he’d set a plate in front of her, he turned back to pour her a fresh mug of coffee.

“I’m pretty sure you’re well aware of the horrifying parts, Teddy. I’m sorry though ... for what it’s worth.”

Coffee served, he studied her for a moment while he sipped on his own drink. The breakfast bar she was seated at was his favorite part of the kitchen. It was a simple floating island with a marble top and four stools scattered around it. But what made it look really good right now was Summer sitting there.

Taking a seat next to her, he breathed in the scent of his soap on her. God, she smelled good.

“What are you sorry for?”

She glanced over at him, her cheeks pinkening all over again. “I said some stuff ... and I’m fairly certain I grabbed your ass. I’m really sorry. Drunk Summer is obviously a little bit handsy.”

Teddy’s smile was so wide, it should have hurt. “No need to apologize, dollface. You’re welcome to grab my ass whenever the mood takes you.”

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