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Eric cursed as he fell back onto the bed beside me, the only sound our deep breaths, and contentment.

I curled next to him, throwing a hand over his hip as I fell into deep slumber, and I dreamed of wet, sloppy kisses and audiobooks, and dancing under the stars with the man of my dreams.

CHAPTER 21

Eric

My head was pounding,and I was sweltering beneath the sheets. Sheets that didn’t feel like my own thousand thread count Egyptian cotton.

I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the bright light as I shielded myself from it. Once my vision sharpened, I realized I was certainlynotat home.

And I was most certainlynaked.

Fuck!

Before I could process my surroundings or how I’d ended up in a bed I didn’t know, I heard the door open. I turned to see Riley, standing there in nothing but a white towel—his trim chest on display, the pale skin speckled with sparse, dark hair that swiftly led down his abdomen beneath the towel. Freshly showered dark hair hung in his eyes messily and panic spread within me.

I racked my brain, but I could not rememberanythingpast Cheerleaders. I was drawing a literal blank at the moment.

Oh my God, did we?—

“You’re up,” Riley said, as he took a slow step toward me.

My heart was running rampant as I tried to piece everything together, and I tried to remember just how badly I’d fucked up.

This is not how this was supposed to happen!

This was not supposed to happen at all!

“I’m so sorry...” I said, running a hand through my hair as shame and guilt built within me.

Riley stood before me, the fresh scent of hotel shampoo and body wash wafting off of him. My stomach flipped as I stared at the sight of him, looming over me, looking like absolute perfection at this hour. My cock twitched in response, and I felt as if I could barely breathe under his gaze.

“I’m not,” he said, his voice soft, even.

His words washed over me, and I couldn’t help but close my eyes, soaking them in.

God, I wished I could remember what happened.

“I don’t... I must have blacked out. I... I don’t remember what happened past Cheerleaders,” I admitted, feeling embarrassed.

I couldn’t remember the last time I legit blacked out. I usually liked to be in control of myself and the situation.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Riley’s furrowed eyebrows as he took a seat beside me on the bed. The bed squeaked a little, and a fresh pounding assaulted my head, and I felt a bit uneasy.

“Is that what’s bothering you?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“I mean, this isn’t my first rodeo, but...” I said, not wanting to sound like a whiny little bitch or something. Lord knew I’d had my share of scenarios just like this, only I was the one being regretted.

Did I regret what happened?

I wasn’t so sure... and that only made my insides twist some more.

I pulled my knees up to my chest beneath the covers.

How had things gotten so complicated?

“How did we even get here?” I asked, running a hand over my face.

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