Page 47 of Drawn to You

I meet Jenn’s gaze across the patio. “Is there somewhere he can lie down for a little bit?”

“Yeah, use one of the guest rooms upstairs. Any of them you want.”

Dane laughs into my neck, putting his arms around me and letting me pull his trunks up all the way. “Is it nap time? Can I take a nap on top of you? Naked while thrusting my hips?”

“Aaron just threw up in a bush,” someone says. “Can someone help me carry him to the couch?”

“Let’s go,” I tell Dane, putting an arm around his waist to help him walk.

“It’s naked nap time!” he yells, pumping his fist.

Aaron is arguing with the teammates who are trying to help him to a couch. At least Dane is a happy drunk and not a belligerent one. It looks like the teammates hit the whiskey pretty hard this afternoon.

I manage to get Dane up to a guest room, where he lies facedown on the white quilt covering a king-size bed.

“Don’t violate my ass, Nosy,” he mumbles.

Shaking my head, I go to the bathroom. When I return, he’s out cold, snoring hard. I lie down next to him and get out my phone.

Everyone out back probably thinks we’re screwing, but I’m playing a crossword game while Dane sleeps it off. The truth doesn’t keep the rumor mill churning, though.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Dane

I openmy eyes and then close them again, a faint headache making me groan.

“Drink this.” Josie passes me something.

Leaning on my elbow, I take the bottle of water, open it and chug half of it. There’s not much light in the unfamiliar room.

“Where are we?”

“Aiden and Jenn’s guest room.”

Right. Whiskey. Hot tub. More whiskey. I remember everything now, including asking Josie for a naked nap.

She’s reading something on her phone. I drink the rest of the water and turn to face her.

“I told you not to violate my ass.” I’m half-sorry and half-amused.

“I somehow fought off the temptation,” she deadpans.

“How was your girl time?”

She sets down her phone and turns onto her side to face me. “It was good.”

“How long was I out?”

“Four hours. It’s after eight.”

I take her hand in mine, her eyes widening as I stroke my thumb over her smooth skin.

“You’re beautiful,” I say.

She smiles. “You need to keep sleeping it off, Foster.”

“I’m sober. And you’re beautiful. Your eyes are the prettiest green; they’re like moss. And you have a cute little nose and a smile that takes my breath away.”

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