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As that thought hits me, I pull away, breathless from the best kiss of my entire life.
“You okay?”
I nod as I give myself some space. Old Betsy wouldn’t even think twice about taking this man inside, continuing what we were doing, and hopefully going a few steps farther.
But I can’t.
“I am, but I think we should slow down.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
I put my arms around his neck again. “That was an amazing kiss. One of what I hope are many. But it’s late. You’re drunk. And it’s been a hell of a day. I just don’t want us to have any regrets.”
He lets out a long breath. “You’re right. I’m sorry for—”
“No. Do not apologize. I’m glad we kissed. That kiss was great. Amazing. Ten out of ten, would recommend. I just think, for tonight, that’s where this needs to stop.”
He lets out a small smile. “Ten out of ten, huh?”
I laugh, sliding my fingers down his arms and taking his hands in mine. “Come in. Sleep here. No need to freeze your ass off. And, if you don’t hog the covers, maybe when we wake up you can kiss me good morning.”
He surprises me by sweeping under my legs, picking me up without breaking a sweat.
“I like the sound of that.”
Damn me for being good now…
Chapter22
Wes
The morning sunhits my eyes as I slowly start to wake up. I’m clearly not at my house. For one, there would be blackout curtains on every window, preventing the sunshine from attacking me. And two, the pillows wouldn’t smell like Betsy.
Betsy…
I roll over to see that she’s not next to me. But there is a note on her pillow.
Aspirin on the table. Drink some water. I’ll go get the kids. And I promise not to throat-punch your ex-wife. See you tonight. <3 Betsy
I laugh at the thought of Betsy hitting Cara as I slowly roll over and sit up in bed. I’m grateful for the aspirin because my head is pounding. I’m also glad Coach McAvoy told me that I could take a few days this week because of the divorce. Our playoff position is locked, and he wanted to give the guys some rest anyway before we head into the playoffs.
I don’t get up for a second, instead letting the events of yesterday roll through my head. Of course, my mind goes immediately to Betsy and the kiss I can still feel on my lips.
Yes, I was drunk, but I knew exactly what I was doing at that moment. And I’d do it again. I want to do it again. I want to kiss her right now. I want to reach over for her, roll her under me and kiss her until we each can’t breathe.
And that scares the living hell out of me.
My phone starts vibrating on the nightstand. I grab it to see the guy’s only group text already alive and well this morning. Yes, we have one without Amelia. There are some things she doesn’t need, or want, to hear.
Oliver: Where the fuck is everyone?
Simon: I went home. It was cold.
Oliver: What the fuck! We were all supposed to camp outside.
Shane: Sorry, man. I tried. I snuck into the Taylors’ house around three in the morning. Which is where I thought Wes wandered off to…
Oliver: Wes? If you’re not at your parents’ house, then where are you?
