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I’m struggling to stifle laughter because goddamn, she’s so fucking cute when she’s drunk. Even cuter since this is the first time I’ve seen her happy drunk side. “I take it girls night was a success?”
She huffs as she stands, rocking back in her heels. “It was. I cried watching the same show I’ve seen a hundred times. Cori went home with our waitress, and then Pipes and I went to a bar to play darts. I think I had one too many drinks but that’s okay. I don’t have to work in the morning and I’m a bit nervous about our dinner tomorrow.”
She pushes past me into my apartment and starts taking her heels off. Turning to face me, she says, “I wanted to come see you because I couldn’t wait until tomorrow to tell you that I do wanna be your girlfriend. For real. You’re the sweetest guy that’s ever been into me. And I actually like you back. Plus, you made me come. Twice.”
That last bit would be pretty hot if she wasn’t holding up three fingers. Instead, it’s adorable.
She stalks slowly toward me, grabbing at the bow that’s holding her dress together. “And since I’ve said yes to you to being my boyfriend, this means we can sleep together now. Because I’ve thought so much about having you inside me again, only for real this time.”
I don't have time to respond before she pulls on one of the ties of the dress open, letting it fall to her feet. She’s breathtaking. The sight of her pierced nipples peeking through the sheer lace material of her bra would be enough to bring even the most saintly men to their knees. She winks at me, turns toward my room, and I actually groan out loud at the view of her plump ass walking away from me.
I quickly follow, catching up to her just in time to see her getting irritated with the bra clasp. I grab a shirt out of my dresser because there’s no way I’m letting her get naked tonight.
“Shortstack,” I say gently and put my hand up to hers to stop her from removing it. “I’m sure you want it off, and I’ll help you, but you can’t turn around once it’s off. I have a shirt here for you that you need to put on, then we can talk.”
She peers over her shoulder with a pout. “You don’t want me? Was what happened the other night that bad?”
Whatever amusement I was feeling is quickly wiped from my face. “Last time you woke up and needed space, I just want to make sure you are 100% sure. I don’t want you waking up again and feeling any regret or getting too in your head, any more than I know you will.”
She nods, grabbing the shirt and waits for me to unhook her. When she’s covered, she walks to the bed sitting on the edge. “I’m sorry for coming here like this.”
“I promise it’s okay.” I sit beside her. “Emmy, you have to know that I’d gladly take you as my real girlfriend. I’d love nothing more.” She smiles so brightly and all I can think about is how happy it makes me to know that even drunk Emmaline likes me. “But, we should wait to do anything until you’re sober and can back up your drunken thoughts.”
Once again, she pouts. “Are you sure?”
I huff out a laugh, “Yes. I’m sure. I’ll be right back.”
I head out to the kitchen to get her a glass of water and stop by the bathroom to grab the Tylenol. I come back and see she’s made herself comfortable in my bed. The covers pulled up under her chin, with her eyes closed. I ask her to sit up enough to take the pills.
Once she takes them, I ask, “Do you want me to walk you to your apartment?”
Yawning, she sinks back under the covers. “I think I’m too tired to walk all the way home. Is it okay if I stay here?”
I have to bite my lip to quell the laughter bubbling up because she’s literally right next door. “In that case, of course you can sleep here. I’ll sleep in the guest room. If you need anything, let me know.”
As I move to stand, she grabs my hand. “Will you please stay? At least until I fall asleep?”
Yes barely leaves my mouth before she’s pulling me down next to her. I reach over to turn off the lamp and don’t get under the blanket since I plan to get up once she’s out. I turn my head towards her, noticing she’s already falling asleep with her mouth open. I can’t help but stare.
She looks so peaceful. Her mascara is smudged, and I kick myself for not thinking to offer her some face wash. But being this close to her, able to stare at her breathtaking face, I notice how long her lashes are and how she has the tiniest mole under her right eyebrow.
I don’t know how long I stare at her face, but I feel my eyes start getting heavy and the last thing I recall thinking is,I could get used to this.
Chapter 25
Emmaline
Why am I so warm?
Did I forget to turn on my fan? God, how drunk did I end up getting? Piper’s the best, or worst depending on how you look at it, about getting anyone drunk off their rocker without realizing it. I go to move hair out of my face, only to realize it’s not my hair. Not only that, but there’s a warm body attached to that hair.
My eyes fly open.
No.
There’s no way Piper let me go home with some rando from the bar. I start taking stock of my body. I’ve got a shirt and panties on—no bra. Moving my legs to see if I feel sore, I notice I’m practically lying on the stranger.
I don’t cuddle. Ever. It doesn’t make sense.
