Page 49 of Enraged

Grabbing the bottle of whiskey, I took off up the stairs, giving them the perfect view of the part of me that they could line up to kiss.

Back in the bedroom, I locked the door behind me.

Maybe she got rid of them.

Hiccup.

Or not.

“Did you get something to drink?” she asked, rolling over to face me. I held up the bottle.

“Yes ma’am.”

She sat up in bed just enough to give me a good view of her bare chest.

Climbing in next to her, I removed the cap before passing her the bottle. She turned it up for a few seconds, the bubbles scattering as she chugged.

“Thanks, homie.” She passed the bottle back to me. Capping it, I put on the nightstand.

Silence stretched between us.

Do I reach over and grab her or see if she says she’s cold again?

“Hey Dak?’

“Hmm?”

“Why didn’t you grab our bags while you were down there?”

Why didn’t I?

“Honestly, I didn’t even think about it,” I answered truthfully.

“Okay.” A shiver shook the bed.

“Body heat?” I asked her.

She nodded just as another hiccup escaped. Scooting up behind her, I pulled her close.

“Is that better?”

She gave a little wiggle.

Girl, lay your ass still.

“Yes, are you comfortable?” She asked cheerfully.

I am, actually.

“Yes ma’am, now go to sleep.”

“Night, Dak.”

“Night, Loo.”

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep but my mind wouldn’t let me rest.

How the fuck did I end up naked, snuggling my best friend’s former fiancé to keep her warm because we wound up potentially snowed in during, what would be, their honeymoon?

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