Page 74 of The Best Book Boyfriend
Chapter 31
Kara
Idonotfeelgood.
I am definitely hungover, but unfortunately it’s not the kind that comes with a total memory blank. Instead, I’m lying in bed unable to stop my brain replaying the events of yesterday, and it seems I remember quite a lot about last night.
I remember how excited I was to see Luke. I remember how Megan made it painfully obvious that I fancy him. I remember that he drove us home, and we made him play Like A Prayer twice in a row.
I bury my head under my covers when I get to the memory of him walking me to my door where I asked, no,beggedhim to kiss me. Desperate and pathetic. I remember how he stepped away and held me at arms length like... like... like a bag of garbage. And all after I promised I wouldn’t cross the line again. I’m an awful dickhead.
I remember him making me drink water and feeding me, and I remember forcing him to watch Pride and Prejudice with me and prattling on about how sexy hands are and miscommunications and something about rebelling against expectations, I think?
I don’t, however, remember how I got to bed. I look down and see I’m still in my dress from last night. Thank God he didn’t attempt to change me into pyjamas or I’m certain I would have embarrassed myself with further horrendous and mortifying attempts to seduce him.
It occurs to me that he might still be here and I go cold all over. I peek my head above the covers and listen very carefully, but there is no noise coming from anywhere in the house. My limbs ache from stupid shoes and stupid dancing, but I force myself to get out of bed and creep downstairs.
There is no sign of Luke, but when I walk into the living room I realise he can’t have been gone long. On my coffee table sits a bunch of flowers, fresh pastries, a punnet of grapes, a massive bottle of energy drink, a packet of paracetamol, my house keys, and a box of Coco Pops. I unfold a little note he’s left on top of the grapes:
Had to go to work. Hope this helps with the hangover.
I want to cry. This is so nice and once I’ve thought about crying, there isn’t much I can do to hold back the tears. He’s such a good friend to me and I’m an absolute shit for trying it on, yet again. The sight of croissants makes my stomach grumble but I need coffee before anything else. While the kettle boils, I head upstairs and change out of my dress and into my fleecy pyjamas.
I’m supposed to be shooting DIY tutorials today, but I’m a write off. I just want to lie down, eat, read books, and wallow. Maybe later I’ll manage a bath and hope I can get through it all without being sick.
As if I couldn’t make myself feel any worse, I text Luke a selfie of me looking like absolute garbage to prove just how rotten I feel. It’s the punishment I deserve.
Kara:I am very sorry about my behaviour last night. Thank you for looking after me.
I have visions of him dashing about this morning, picking these things up for me, thinking about what I’d want, and what I needed, and knowing exactly how I’d be feeling. It’s ultimate Book Boyfriend behaviour, and it makes my heart sore.
I send the same photo to the girls.
Kara:I feel grim.
Megan:I’ve been sick.
Megan: Twice.
Hattie:I’m just walking home.
Kara:WTF? Where have you been?
Hattie:Guy from the club’s house.
What the hell? Hattie doesn’t do sleepovers.
Kara:You stayed over?
Hattie:Lol no, haven’t slept yet.
Christ, I don’t know where she gets the energy.
Hattie:Do you want a coffee on my way home?
Megan:No. Too soon
Hattie:Do you have a man in your bed Kara?
