Page 37 of My Dream

“Don’t have one of those, but let’s start with the coffee.”

Compass pulled me out of bed, and I leaned into him. “Can’t you just bring me the coffee while I lay in bed?” I mumbled.

“The best thing for a hangover, other than greasy food and coffee, is to just get up,” he advised.

I tipped my head back and looked at him through slitted eyes. “When is the last time you were hungover?” I asked. “I don’t think you understand what I’m feeling.”

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “I’ve been hungover a time or two, babe.”

“Recently?” I whispered. There was no way he understood what I was feeling. I was never, ever drinking again.

“It’s been a while, babe, but just trust me.”

I sighed lightly. “You know what else might help?”

“What?” Compass replied.

“Another kiss.”

“All you have to do is ask.”

I tipped my head to the side. “I just did.”

He chuckled and pressed another kiss to my lips. “That wasn’t asking me, Fallon.”

I rolled my eyes and draped my arms over his shoulders. “Can I have another kiss, Compass?” I drawled.

He grinned, and this time, his kiss wasn’t just soft or sweet—it was downright devastating. His lips pressed against mine, and his hand slid to the small of my back and pulled me closer. My knees wobbled as he deepened the kiss until my fingers were tangled in his hair, and I didn’t care about my hangover anymore.

The heat between us surged, and suddenly, I was off my feet. Compass had lifted me effortlessly, and his hands were firm and possessive. I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively and clutched him closer as his lips trailed fire along my jaw and back to my mouth.

It wasn’t just a kiss anymore—it was a claim. A promise, and I felt it in every brush of his lips and every caress of his hands as they held me tight.

When we finally pulled apart, both of us were panting. Our foreheads pressed together, and my heart pounded in my chest like it was trying to escape.

“Yeah,” I gasped, “that is totally a good remedy for a hangover.” My body was buzzing with desire, and my headache was all but forgotten. “Way better than coffee.”

He chuckled, his voice rough with need. He pressed another quick kiss to my lips. “You still need coffee, babe.”

“Hmm,” I hummed and rested my head against his shoulder. “Maybe later.”

Compass’s phone chimed from across the room. He groaned, and his arms tightened around me for a moment before reluctantly setting me down.

“No,” I moaned and grabbed his hand. “It’s too early for phones.”

“Babe,” he chuckled and brushed a strand of hair from my face. “It’s half past twelve.”

“In the morning?” I gasped.

He laughed. “Afternoon.”

Damn. We’d really slept in. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d stayed in bed this long.

“I must have been really tired,” I said and smoothed a hand down my wrinkled shirt.

“Yeah, but you were probably still drunk when you would’ve gotten up,” he teased.

He wasn’t wrong. My memory of the night before was hazy at best.

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