Page 63 of Wild Hit
“Sleep tight, wifey.” Her friend breaks into a twinkling giggle that fades away as she heads back to the elevator.
I turn. “Wait, Rose. Let me walk you back.”
“No need.” She waves me to go in. “Logan should be waiting for me downstairs. We’re going on a little solo date after this.”
At midnight? With a game tomorrow?
Well, when real feelings are there, it makes you ignore time or exhaustion. Good for them.
“Then, have a good night,” I say and finally walk into the room after Audrey.
I find her in the middle of the two beds, staring at me with tired eyes but arms crossed.
“Okay, let’s establish some ground rules,” I say, anticipating what’s coming. I rest our luggage against a mirrored wall.“Bathroom is yours first. I promise to stay on my bed all night—unless I need to use said bathroom, I guess, but you know what I mean. You can change in there or out here if it’s more comfortable, and I can either wait in the bathroom or outside. Also, Marty says that I snore. If I’m bothering you, feel free to shove me until I stop snoring—I sleep pretty heavy so it won’t bother me. What else?” I look at the ceiling for inspiration. “Oh, and we can get all the room service you need.”
She stares at me some more. I almost wonder if she’s fallen asleep with her eyes open until she shakes her head slightly.
“You don’t need to go outside, I’ll just change in the bathroom,” Audrey says. “And I don’t know if I snore, but I also sleep pretty heavy so it should be fine.”
“Great.”
“Great.”
The air conditioner fills the quiet for a long moment. She’s still looking at me like there’s something more she wants to say but doesn’t dare to. It makes me wonder if I’ve screwed something up along the way. I use my last braincell to run inventory of what we’ve done so far and what could be missing.
“Coño!” I jump in my skin and pat my pockets. “I forgot the rings. We need to wear rings for the whole world to believe this.”
“It’s okay, the rings are in my suitcase. Let’s just…” She motions vaguely around. “Let’s just go to sleep, please? I could collapse at any moment.”
“Right.” I turn this way and that, until I remember the luggage. “Here you go. I’ll uh, change out here.”
“Thank you.” She receives the suitcase from me, careful not to make contact, and locks herself up in the bathroom.
I send a prayer to the heavens to give me strength not just for this night, for what this new life is going to be.
I make very quick work of changing into my pajamas and get my bed ready for sleep. When she comes out, I’m too tired toeven lift my head. We just exchange places and I brush my teeth quickly. Once I come out, I can’t even muster the willpower to pull up the bedsheets. I fall face down and turn off like a light.
CHAPTER 23
AUDREY
When Miguel comes out of the bathroom, I’m in the middle of tying up my hair in a loose bun on the top of my head. Once I’m done, I lean forward to pull the sheets up and freeze.
This man seems even more tired than I am, going by how he drags himself. But that’s not the problem. I’m not going to say anything about it—even if I did, he wouldn’t hear it because he’s on autopilot.
The problem is that he’s shirtless and in gray sweatpants.
Does henot know?
In fairness, other than earlier tonight I haven’t seen him glued to his phone before. Everyone on the staff side of the team knows that he has no personal social media presence. If he ever did, he must’ve deleted the accounts at some point. It’s safe to say that he’s not chronically online and probably has no idea that this, er, outfit, is essentially a bat signal for thirsty women.
I check the windows and thankfully the curtains are down. Pretty sure he would’ve stopped traffic otherwise and incited many couples to fight.
Using all my willpower, I focus on the bed sheets and tuck myself in. At the same time, he flops down on his bed, faceturned my way and smushed against the fluffy pillow, his giant frame absorbing the entire queen bed to the point that his feet hang out the edge. And just like that, a tiny snore escapes from his mouth.
This is when finally my jaw drops and my eyes widen. His hair got messy somewhere along the way and a strand falls over his forehead. Being collapsed on the bed accentuates things I didn’t register before, like the incredibly shaped shoulders, arms that any other guy would kill for, the line of his spine as it narrows the lower my eyes go, and then…
The butt.
