Page 61 of Both Sides Now

I offer a tremulous smile, before biting back a giggle. Here I sit, pondering my future happiness with a man who is likely getting a lap dance from a busty, peroxide blonde.

Some men have all the luck.

“Shit.”

I stir from my slumber at Keegan’s hissed curse, flip on the light, and blink at the clock.

It’s after two.

Someonehad fun.

“You okay?”

Keegan releases a sigh and offers up a remorseful smile. “I was trying so hard not to wake you.”

“You’re fine. How was it?” I scoot up and lean back against the cushions, trying not to laugh as a halfway inebriated Keegan removes his shoes.

“Terrible. The liquor was overpriced, the women were belligerent and demanding, and my cousin is puking in the toilet as we speak.”

A snort flies from my mouth. “Good times. I’m so sorry I missed it.”

“I’m sorry Ididn’tmiss it.” Keegan peels off his shirt, revealing his toned pecs and arms.

God in heaven, this man is beyond gorgeous. I know he’s in his cups and likely doesn’t realize he’s giving me an unofficial striptease, but who am I to complain?

“I’m hopping in the shower.”

“Strip club grime this time?” I tease.

“Exactly. Care to join me?” He shoots me a wink, and I’m not entirely sure he’s joking.

Do I want to go?

Fuck yes.

The man has no idea how tempting his offer is, but I won’t fool around with a man who likely won’t remember it tomorrow.

“Delightful offer, but I’ll wait here.”

For the second time this evening, I have a front-row seat to Keegan exiting the bathroom. Only this time, he’s pushed aside social pleasantries as he walks out wearing nothing but a towel slung low on his waist.

My mouth falls open as my gaze roves over his chiseled form. Seriously, the man’s body is perfection and I’m desperate to explore every inch of him. I knew he worked out, but this is ridiculous. He’s cut but not obscenely bulky. I could bounce rolls of quarters off his abs and don’t get me started on the happy trail dipping below that terrycloth towel.

So grateful for the low light hiding the flush I know is creeping steadily up my face.

My entire body trembles at his proximity, reminding me that it’s been over two years since I’ve had sex. Hell, I only started using my vibrator again after meeting Keegan.

Let’s just say that after he kissed me at the medical dinner, I’ve had an ongoing fantasy involving him and that balcony—one that made good use of the wall and lasted far longer than our reality.

“Feel better?” I manage, my breath catching as Keegan strolls to the opposite side of the bed, his blue stare intent on me.

“Getting there.”

I bite my lip and attempt to force my gaze to remain on PG locations, but my eyes have a mind of their own.

Come to think of it, so do my hands, as I ball them into fists by my side.

He’s drunk, Callista. Sure, he’ll still be amazing, but do you want your first time to be a vague memory for the man?

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