Page 45 of Tempt

She tugs her skirt down and runs a hand through her hair.

I avoid Kat’s gaze, adjusting myself in my jeans before I jerk the door open.

Jules blinks at me from the other side.

She’s going to know.

Except when I turn back to Kat, she’s bent over the toilet emptying the contents of her stomach.

“Shit.”

I turn and grab her hair back from her face, holding it gently out of the way.

“I’ve got her,” Jules murmurs at my shoulder.

I look at Kat once more, regret creeping in.

I want to take her home.

But there’s a line of students who would be watching if I carried her down the stairs and set her in my truck like I want to.

“Take care of her.”

I’m out the door in record time, pulling out onto the street.

The RAM is in the driveway, the engine silent before I realize I forgot to get screws.

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KAT

The pillow is soft against my face. I rub my cheek against it and ignore that my stomach feels like a truck drove through it.

Despite the hangover, warmth tickles my senses. Subtle at first, then stronger.

A determined male body pressing against me.

A demanding mouth that took zero prisoners.

Heat gathers between my thighs in a delicious ache. But when I open my eyes, I’m alone.

I had some epic action in my dreams.

I dreamed that I kissed Daniel.

And then Daniel kissed me.

Everything about him turned me on. The way he took control, the way he was focused entirely on me, the way he seemed intent on learning each inch of my mouth.

Okay, so I was definitely drunk last night.

Between some blackouts, I remember Jules getting me home.

So why do I feel as if something is wrong?

The clock on the side table says it’s eight twenty-three.

Which means Andy needs to be in school in twenty-two minutes.

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