Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(24)

I wasn’t brave enough for this shit yet.

Adele’s warning rung in my ears, I needed to step cautiously. I couldn’t sleep with him.

We could be friends, but that’s all we could be.

Even if his touch brought me back to life in that small moment.

I couldn’t fall for him.

I wouldn’t allow myself.





CHAPTER 11





Holy shit.

My head.

My throat.

My ribs.

Everything hurt.





What in the ever-loving fuck had happened last night? I tried to open my eyes, but nope. It was too bright. I was laying on my front, my face covered in my hair. I swatted my hand around the bed for my phone, maybe Killian knew what happened because I have no memory from the first tequila shot that I inhaled.

My hand continued hitting the duvet when I felt a body. I froze, my eyes pinging open as I turned my head slowly. I was in my bed, that was one positive.

Secondly, Killian was next to me, face down. His dark, chocolate brown hair all over the place.

For some reason, relief washed over me.

Okay it could have been worse.

I turned over slowly, not wanting to wake him. Panic rose up my throat as I lifted the duvet to see I was completely naked.

No, no, no.

Sneaking a peek at Killian, I saw he was also naked. My eyes gazing a little too long at his peachy bum. Man, it was even better in the flesh.

Pulling the cover tight over me, I internally groaned and put my hand on my forehead. It’s fine.

We were intoxicated.

There is no way we would have slept together.

Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply.

My brows pinched together as I felt cool metal on my head. Opening my left eye and squinting I could see a band.

“You have got to be fucking kidding!” I sat bolt upright in bed, holding my hand out as my eyes widened and focused. I saw the wedding band sitting snug on my ring finger.

“Oh my fuck,” my voice was louder now, stirring Killian next to me.

“Keep the noise down, Jesus, my head is pounding.” He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, pushing himself up and taking a moment to take in the room that he was laying in.

I counted down in my head.

Three, two, one…

“What the fuck!”

There we are.

His beautiful dark brown eyes found mine. “Reese?!” he stammered, turning over and sitting with a puzzled expression on his face.

“Morning,” I chirped, holding my left hand up.

His eyes darted from mine to my hand, from my hand to my eyes.

Slowly dropping his head, he holds his left hand out to see a matching gold band wrapped round his ring finger.

“Well, fuck,” he rubbed his face, reacting when the cool metal touches his flushed skin.

“This can’t be happening…” I whispered. “What happened?” I groaned, falling back into my bed.

I was married.

To him.

“I have no clue, and I am no detective…” he wiggled his eyebrows in a playful manner “but I think… I think we got married last night…” I heard a deep, heavy sigh leave him as he flopped down next to me. The silence was deafening between us.

“We’re both naked.” I blushed, holding the duvet tight to my body. He lifted his side of the duvet and looked under, his lips pouting, his brows sitting high on his forehead.

“So we are.”

Silence fell between us, once more.

We didn’t have sex.

We couldn’t have.

Our eyes were pinned to the ceiling, my fingers drumming on my bare chest.

“You don’t think we... you know...” I winced.

“No, no… we were far too drunk.” He shook his head from side to side.

“But not too drunk to fly to Vegas, how did we even get to Vegas?!” I shrieked when it all started settling in.

“I own a jet.”

Of course, he does.

“So we were that intoxicated that we managed to get to an airport, get air traffic control to give us the green light to fly, fly to Vegas, get married then get back on said plane and come home…” my head hurt just thinking about it. The remanence of alcohol making my head pound alongside my confusion.

“Seems so.” His tone was flat, unbothered. It unnerved me.

Why wasn’t he panicking?

I was full blown having a mini panic attack.

“How are you so calm?!” I turned my head to look at him, my eyes searching for some sort of facial expression but there was nothing. His eyes stayed pinned to the ceiling. He said nothing.

“What are we going to do?” I whispered, fear pricking my skin, tears burning behind my eyes. “I was supposed to marry Elijah.” My tears were falling now and there was no stopping them. I felt Killian’s eyes on me.

“You’re with someone?” I could hear the shock in his voice, but he wasn’t angry or disappointed… maybe it was disbelief. But his voice was laced with something.

“Was,” I sniffed, rubbing my eyes.

“Was?” he repeated.

“Yeah…” I trailed off. I couldn’t get into this now. I wasn’t ready to tell Killian my past. I don’t think I would ever be ready to open up to him like that.