Page 17 of A Cowboy Sugar Cookie Kiss
“Oh shit.” The last word comes out in a stretched moan of embarrassment. My eyes meet his amused gaze. “Oh shit. I’m so sorry. I was intoxicated.”
He chuckles. “We all had a bit to drink.”
I glare at him. The action hurts my head.
“I wanted to catch you before our grandparents steal the show and make sure it’s not weird between us.”
“Weird? Why would it be weird?” My dry humor brings a second round of his chuckles.
“I meant what I said last night.”
What did he say? “I can barely grasp what you’re saying right now. Whatever you said last night is long gone out of my head.”
“I wanted last night to happen. If you had been sober I would’ve been all in.”
I swallow hard, pushing down the acidy wrath creeping up my throat.
“But if you’re not in, just let me know and we can spend the week as friends.”
“Our grandparents would hate that.”
I see a flash of disappointment over his face. “Even more reason to be friends.”
“I’ll have to think on it. I’m pretty sure I’m still half in the bag. And I need a pot of coffee and a shower.”
His lips quirk up. “Is that an invitation?”
“You have the worst timing.” I can taste the vomit I swallowed earlier, but I don’t dare say it. I can feel it pushing up my throat.
“One could say you have the worst timing. You left me with blue balls last night.”
“Technically, you are responsible for your own blue balls. I wanted to have sex in the elevator, in your room, and everywhere in between.” He left me all hot and bothered. I don’t dare tell him that.
My stomach heaves and empties all of yesterday’s contents at his feet.
Chapter Five
