Page 61 of Unforeseen Love

I try to swallow but my mouth and throat feel as dry as the Sahara bloody desert. My eyes feel raw, and I don’t even want to chance to pry them open, but I’m also a little discombobulated as to why I feel like someone is trying to drill into my skull with a sledgehammer.

“Good morning, Morticia.”

I force my eyes open and blink until Theo comes into focus, staring at me with his perfect smile. Does he have to be so damn annoying?

“You want some water?” he asks, holding out a glass, sitting on the edge of the bed, facing me.

Immediately, I want to take back my crass internal thought.

I shuffle, sitting up against the headboard, and reach for the water with a shaky hand.

“How come you seem fine?” I ask, sounding like there’s a frog in my throat.

Bringing the glass to my lips, I guzzle it down until it’s empty, and he takes it from me, placing it on the bedside table.

He laughs. “I’m a big guy. What can I say?” He wiggles his eyebrows, and if I had the energy, I’d probably roll my eyes.

“Honestly, what happened? I don’t even remember getting home.”

I glance down to see I’m still wearing my dress and let out a groan, knowing that means I’m also still wearing yesterday’s makeup. Gross.

The last thing I want to do is get up, but I need a pee and shower.

“You were fine until we got outside and them bam. I carried you up to the flat.”

Fuck my life. Our first date and he had to carry me to bed. I cover my face with my hand to stop my embarrassment.

His hand reaches for mine, pulling it away, so I have no choice but to look at him.

“Hey, you didn’t throw up, and you weren’t a mean drunk.”

The thought of throwing up makes my stomach roll, but I try to push the thought away.

“Well, I’m sorry. It’s been a while since I’ve been out, and clearly, my alcohol tolerance is low.”

Taking my hand, he brings it to his mouth and kisses the inside of my wrist, and I suck in a small breath as the hairs on my arms and back of my neck tickle to life.

Bloody hell, how does he do that?

“It’s not how I would’ve liked the night to end, but I had a nice time on our date.”

And just like that, he manages to creep into my heart a little bit more than before. How he’s being so damn gracious is beyond me.

“I did too. I’m sorry I ruined it.”

His face takes on a stern expression, which is quite unusual for him. He’s usually the one making jokes out of anything and everything.

“You didn’t ruin anything.” He rubs his thumb over the palm of my hand, causing me to shiver. “Besides, your drunk snore is kind of cute.”

I swat his shoulder with my free hand. “I swear if you’ve put up another video on TikTok…”

His laugh goes straight to my lady bits. “Damn it, nope, but I should have. Bet I would have got another viral video for it too.”

“You’re a dick.”

He shrugs. “Yeah, but you love me,” he says.

My breath catches in my throat, and I almost choke on air. I don’t even know how to respond, but before I have to worry about it, he rises to his feet and flicks my nose.

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