Page 60 of The Merger
“No one will know. I just need to feel you inside me.”
Who am I kidding?
It’s going to be a long damn life.
Chapter Fourteen
Carys
Ring! Ring! Ring!
Knock! Knock! Knock!
I open my eyes and immediately regret it. The glimpse of the room—where the heck am I?—is nauseating.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
“Stop it,” I groan, covering my head with a pillow.With a couch pillow?
Knock! Knock! Knock!
I whimper as I peek through my lashes and let the room steady.
Definitely in the living room. I wipe a hand across the side of my mouth.Have I been drooling?I yank the covers back to find my body still clad in the dress I wore to Courtney’s.
To Courtney’s …
The front door creaks open as I struggle to sit up. The motion makes me woozy, and I plant a hand on the couch to keep from falling on my face.
“Who’s here?” I yell and wince again.
“You have a phone for a reason. Why don’t you …Oh.” Courtney stops at the end of the couch, two coffees in her hands, and makes a face. “I take it you had a rough night.”
“I don’t … I don’t know.”
“Your car was still in the driveway this morning. Margot said you got picked up.”
I did?I freeze.I did.
Oh. My. God.
My face heats, and vomit gurgles precariously in the back of my throat.
“I brought you coffee, but it looks like you already ordered breakfast,” Courtney says.
“What are you talking about?”
She motions toward the coffee table. A perfect lavender box faces me with Tapo’s written on the top in a beautiful script I recognize from the restaurant’s menu. Next to it is an iced matcha latte.
I cover my face with my hands, trying to process the past …twelve hours? I don’t even know what time it is.
Visions of Gannon kneeling in front of me, taking off my heels filter through my mind. The look in his eyes. The feeling of his hand on the back of my leg.
I shiver.
“Have you eaten yet?” Courtney asks, the couch dipping as she sits beside me.
He came inside. He sat … right here.
