Page 66 of Truth or Tequila (Grand Slam 1)

Chapter Twenty-Six

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I wake up alone in bed. For a second, I think I might have dreamed the entire night, but I can still smell her sweet scent on the pillows. I glance at my phone. It’s four in the morning.

“Soph?” I say, jumping up and heading out into the hallway.

There’s a light on in the kitchen. As I turn the corner, I see her sitting on the counter, staring straight ahead.

“Sophie?”

She jumps and then smiles when she sees me. “Hey.”

“Hey. Are you okay? It’s only four. Why are you up so early?” I push her legs apart as I lean her back up against the cabinets. She wraps her legs around my waist as I pull her in for a kiss.

“I couldn’t sleep.” She lays her head against my chest. “I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“What’s wrong?” I start stroking her hair. “Why couldn’t you sleep?”

She lets out a long sigh. “I don’t know. I have a lot on my mind.”

“Why don’t you tell me about it? I’m a good listener.”

“I’m sure you are,” she says, smiling as she looks up at me, “but I don’t want to talk about it right now. I’ve got to figure it all out first.”

“Soph, I can help you figure it out. I thought you trusted me.”

“I do,” she says. “I’m not even sure why. It’s not like me at all to trust someone this quickly, but I feel safe with you.”

“That makes me so happy, baby.” I kiss her again. “You can tell me anything.”

“I know. Thank you for that.” She brushes her hand over my cheek. “But I don’t want to talk about it and I’m getting kind of tired again. Can we go back to bed?”

I slide my hands under her butt and lift her. “Yes, I’ll carry you. I know how much effort you exerted last night.”

She laughs as she wraps her arms around my neck and lays her head on my shoulder. “I think you put in as much effort as I did—if not more.”

“I don’t mind hard work where you’re concerned.”

She pulls her head back and raises her eyebrows. “Sebastian, was that a pun?”

“No, it was not,” I say, letting out a loud, long laugh. “I seriously would never make a pun about my penis.”

“It wouldn’t be wrong though,” she says, smiling and tilting her head. “You were very hard—and big.”

“Sophia!”

“Well, I mean, it’s not like you don’t know that.”

I shake my head. “God, you’re so cute,” I say, hugging her to me.

“So are you.” She runs her fingers through my hair. “I’ve wanted to do that since the first second I saw you. Your hair is beautiful.”

I lay her back down on the bed and crawl in beside her. “I thought you didn’t remember anything from that night? Except for my eyes.”

“Pre-tequila,” she says, running her hands through my hair again. “I remember a few things including this beautiful hair.”

“I didn’t think you noticed me pre-tequila,” I say, pulling her onto my chest. “I remember looking at you when I walked into the restaurant. You rolled your eyes at me. It seriously turned me on so much.”

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