Page 61 of Accidentally Amy

Hell, yes.

I nibbled on her bottom lip and said her name—no, Iraspedher name, because apparently I’d lost the ability to speak clearly, and her eyes fluttered open.

They seemed absurdly blue as she blinked up at me, a sleepy smile on her mouth.

But then her forehead got a tiny crinkle, just between her eyebrows, and the smile disappeared.

“Oh, my God. Blake,” she said, blinking fast and removing her hands from my body like it’d been burning them. She sat up on the couch, gave her head a tiny shake, and said, “Shit, shit,shiiiit. I amsosorry.”

Chapter Nineteen

Izzy

I pushed my hair out of my face and had no idea what to say.

Shiiiiiiiit.

Had I seriously just attacked Blake without his consent?Seriously?!He calmly sat down beside me on the sofa, like I hadn’t just behaved like a maniac, and I wondered what time it was.

And what thehellhad just happened.

One minute, I’d been having a sexy dream about him. He’d been kissing me—the world’s hottest kiss, for the record—and in my dream, he’d said my name in a total sex voice.

But then I’d opened my eyes and he was there, leaning over the couch, looking down at me with those unreadable dark eyes as I freaking clawed at his chest like…shit…like some aggressive animal with claws that I couldn’t name because my brain was no longer functioning.

I wanted to die of embarrassment.

“I was having a dream, and it was super realistic,” I blurted out, not expecting him to believe me but desperate to convince him. I didn’t want to lose him, so I had to make him understand that nothing had changed between us.

His jaw was hard, his eyes intensely on me as I said, “I don’t know how you got here, but somehow my brain thought your presence was part of the dream. I kissed you, but I was kissing someone else in my dream, I swear. Please believe me that I would never, ever make a move on you.”

He didn’t say anything, just swallowed, and I knew I’d ruined everything.

“Come on, Blake—say something. Tell me that you aren’t mad, or grossed out, or, God—that I didn’t make you feel violated. This was just a very real, very bizarre mistake, a misunderstanding of epic proportions, and things with us are technically no different than they were last night when we watchedTop Cheftogether on FaceTime.”

“Izzy.”

“I meant it when I agreed with you that we’re both adults and can control ourselves, and this random moment of macking was entirely the fault of my unconsciousness.”

He looked at me for a long moment, his jaw clenching and unclenching, and I hated that I’d caused that serious expression on his face. I cleared my throat and said, “If I could take it back, I would. I swear it—”

“Who was it?” he interrupted.

“What?”

“Who were you kissing in the dream?” He almost looked pissed. There was an ego blow somewhere in there, tied up inhis very unhappy response to my pawing, but I was choosing to ignore it.

He was watching me, waiting for the answer, and I knew everything would be rectified if I could just spew out a name.Think, think, think.But just like that, every name on the planet was erased from my mind. Well, every name except Ronald McDonald, but that wouldn’t work. I cleared my throat and said, “You don’t, um, you don’t know him.”

I rolled my eyes at myself.

“But you do?” he asked.

I sat up straighter on the couch and turned so I was facing him. “He’s just a celebrity. No big—”

He tilted his head. “Which celebrity?”

“You’re going to make me say it?” I asked, wanting off the hook but also wanting to kiss his ass into forgetting what just happened.

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