Page 77 of Broken Dreams
“Grady!”
I clear my throat as she sits up, her hand going to her head immediately, and she winces.
“Easy,” I say quietly, sure she’s got a raging headache.
She inhales a few times, looks at herself and then at me. “I’m in my wedding dress, I’m pretty sure I have never been this hungover before, and you’re in my bed.”
That’s a pretty good assessment. “All of this is true.”
“What the? How did I get? Oh God. Did we? Did I? Oh, God.”
“You don’t remember what we did?” I ask, feeling the urge to mess with her.
Her fingers move to her mouth. “What we did?”
I sit up so my back is against the headboard and nod.
“What did we do? Did we have sex?”
“With a dress on?”
“Skirts lift, Grady!”
Very true. “What do you remember?” I ask.
I sure as fuck would hope she’d remember if we did that.
Addison pulls her lower lip between her teeth. “I remember the box falling on my head in the closet. I’d already had a few glasses of wine and was trying to find my dress for our party in two days. When the box opened, I just thought...why the fuck not? So I put it on, grabbed some more wine, and then went to the bathroom.”
I lean in. “And what about us?”
She stares off. “You came when I was in the tub!”
“I did.”
“Why the hell was I in the tub?”
“Well, to quote you, it’s where dreams go down the drain,” I say with a laugh.
Addison rubs her head. “Ugh. I hate myself. Okay, what about the bed? I don’t remember coming to the bed.”
“No?”
She covers her face with her hands. “Did we . . .?”
As fun as this is, I can see it’s worrying her. “No, sweetheart. We didn’t do anything. You passed out in the tub, I carried you in here, and then you asked me to stay so you weren’t alone, and I wasn’t leaving with you plastered anyway.”
“Oh.” She lets out a heavy sigh. “Good. I mean, if we’re going to...do it. I would like to be conscious.”
Well, she opened the door, so it would be rude not to walk through it. “You think of us...doing it?” I wiggle my brows, which earns me a playful slap on my arm.
“Shut up.”
“I think you can answer that one. I did listen to you sing and climb in a tub with you. Give me that much. You think about it?”
Addison’s cheeks turn scarlet even with her hangover that has her a tinge of green. She does think about it. After that kiss, God knows I think about it. Not that I didn’t before it because—she’s hot.
Still, good to know she does.
